Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141221031533/@comment-29461586-20141221143803

At Whiterun...

A young breton lets out a sigh as she walked around he streets of Whiterun, drinking a bottle of mead.

"...I wonder..." She muttered to herself.

The reason why she came to Whiterun was to rest and find the location of at least one Dragon Priest mask and get started, but there was a problem though...

The Thalmor, and more less-generous adventurers may have also heard of the masks, and are likely going to kill others just to get them...