Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-25073873-20170703140057

Looking at the tavern keeper, Taliesin put on a smile on his face, although it was slightly forced. For being a child of Namira, the young man certainly had a sort of beauty that surpassed that of a normal person, given his medium length blonde hair and blue eyes, along with clean features. He certainly wouldn't have been very convincing as a child of his ... not so divine mother, since there was nothing innately repulsive about him.

"I notice a lot of people talking about the ongoing wars with the Reachmen. Is there all to the news here, or perhaps there is something else that's worth listening? It can't be that life comes to a halt even if there's a war, right?" asked Taliesin, as he ate the stew. He didn't really have the best table manners but it didn't matter much to him.

"Pardon my lack of knowledge,  though. I'm a traveller. You probably can tell. I wouldn't mind if you could point me around Skyrim" continued Taliesin, feigning incompetence and ignorance. He of course could read maps and find his way around with no problems, but acting stupid tended to net more answers.