Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150119205426

Wraith observed from afar how a couple of people overlooked the burning debris and ruins. They didn't seem quite that shocked as any normal bystanders would have, by the way they reacted to the events that had taken place...

Could it be? reflected the Wraith. ''If they were the cause of this maybe I could have good use of them? Not at the moment, perhaps... but in due time?''

"Master?"

"Hm?" Wraith turned around to face the Imperial through the small impenetrable gap in the helmet.

"Where exactly are we going?"

"Wherever the Ghost Wolf won't look for us."

The Imperial commoner cocked his head. "Huh?"

"You will see in due time, Victorius. But keep your head down for now and follow me, and I swear to you that all those days of bowing and scraping before the noblemen's feet will come to an end."

Victorius smiled, but couldn't help to feel mistrust for Wraith. Who was this character who dressed so flamboyantly and spoke about the destruction of the highborn? That Wraith was a noble self was no longer a suspicion, but a fact. No lowborn or commoner spoke as well as Wraith did. He could also rule out the fact that Wraith was a Khajiit since they had their... way of talking... especially about themselves. Wraith was also far too skinny to be an Orc and too long to be a Bosmer. Wraith also had no tail which indicated that the character was not an Argonian.

''Imperial? Nord? Redguard? Breton? Altmer? Dunmer? I am so confused...''