Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-5543592-20150326193411

Dacian continued enchanting rings, lost in his own world. He was bent over the enchanting table, fiddling away with the intruments, rings, and soul gems.

"Do you think they sell Nordic artifacts at the store?  No, no, of course not..." He muttered to himself. Dacian had spent 9 years in isolation. One-sided conversations were an after-shock of that. "Someone go get me some food." Ordered Dacian, although it appeared to matter little to him if his needs or met. The lich refused to take his eyes off the table.