Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160322224717/@comment-24696651-20160330141253

22nd of Sun's Dawn

Cynric slipped into a warehouse. Aside from a few racks of fabrics, it was empty. Cynric dried himself off with the fabrc, then began the application of his disguise. He smoothed his hair back, and then dabbed his face and hands with a grayish make up powder. He then pulled on some low key peasant clohting, and swept his hair to noe side. He now looked like some random Dunmer - the guards wouln't recognise him as the man who escaped from the village two days ago. He hid in the warehouse until morning, and then, when no one was looking his way, slipped out of the warehouse and headed for a tavern.