Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20150524231736/@comment-18750685-20150714215935

Saren inspected the beds more closely. Fatigue sang an enchanting tune. His head weighed stones, but Vath knew sleep would not aid anyone. The aging Dunmer rose and cracked his shoulderblades and neck before reuniting with Elysse, Calvus and Acii.

Calvus may well be our sole useful companion.

Thick snow and strong wind rose immoveable walls neither him, nor either men could push or shove. Least of all with swords. He strode back into the main hall.

"Since we are all trapped here, we should introduce each other. We are working together, after all."

No answers. Only glares. Or neither.

"My name is Valrin Sero. I served House Redoran for over one hundred years and left to see the world. With my skills and experience... and lack of gold, serving in the Legion seemed a viable option."

The easterner inhaled some air and composed himself. Dark dreams and sujama-coated regrets hidden behind cold eyes.

"Needless to say, Cyrodiil was... turbulent for some time. Violence begets violence. I am neither a martyr nor a samaritan. I am here for gold."