Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20190101214751/@comment-24510587-20190103232343

"He's of Sheogorath's ilk..." Vyrine grumbled, though she had little choice but to follow at this point.

Yenith followed closely, as always more than a little unfcomfortable in the city.

Marr was already downstairs, munching on a loaf of bread across from the innkeeper, with whom he seemed to be in conversation.

"You are way too good for me, Moira," Rolf smiled faintly.

Morgus raised an eyebrow.

"Well, my nose has been out of my tomes for more than three seconds by now," he said. "As have my ears. Go on, do elaborate, girl. How could you help me?"