Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-6006054-20150622021828

Uvaryl's food arrived. Bread, meat, and some sort of vegetables. He recognized them, he had eaten them before, but they did not grow in the ruins of Vvardenfell, and he did not know their names. Names or not, they were food, and he somewhat liked them. Uvaryl began to eat his meal, his hunger motivating rapid consumption. Five minutes or so later, as his meal reached its end, he wondered what exactly he should order to drink. The liquors of Morrowind were nowhere to be found here, and he never quite remembered the foreign names for different drinks. He decided on a "wine". He was fairly certain that wasn't the one with honey in it. As he looked up, for the first time since he began his meal, to order his "wine" he saw fellow dunmer in the tavern. He almost lept up to greet his countrymen, it had been a long time since he had seen the familiar gray skin and red eyes in anything but a mirror.