Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-6006054-20150928012031

Issalus approached the city gates, his furs now long discarded along the road. The guards stopped him, and he spoke. His disconcerting charisma quickly earned him entrance to the city. Styr, if the nord was sticking to the plan, would be arriving around an hour after him. That way Issalus could get a head start at pillaging the city's graves and tombs. They also would not be sighted together, reducing the odds of law enforcement eventually putting things together. He strode through the streets, wondering if he should try his hands at break ins.