Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160304212929/@comment-10197675-20160315210317

Out of breath, cold and rather wet Vengarl forced himself to stop and take up some rest as he traversed the stinking bogs of Hjaalmarch, escaping from any signs of human (man, mer, beast) life that may recognise his face, he was quite unsure upon whether the empire were still looking for him it had been quite a while since he had last been seen by a guard, so for now he knew he could rest… but only for a short while, for he still aimed to travel south towards Riverwood, for he had some ends to tie.

The Nord swiftly made up a fire with some rotten sticks and pieces of oil stained cloth, he then pulled out his wooden bowl and poured himself some mushroom soup he had gathered from one of his previous raids. After letting the soup boil for a while, the Nord took a couple large slurps as he felt his body warm and his mind calm whilst the soup regenerated his stamina and freshened his mood. He briefly pondered upon what he was to do once he had finished with his important task in Riverwood. Maybe he would journey to Riften, attempt to join up with The Thieves Guild, or maybe he’d just stick to the road, alone and away from communication.

The Nord then muttered to himself as he finished his soup, “Hm, not bad”. He then tucked his bowl away before getting back up to continue his journey south towards Whiterun Hold.