Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141221031533/@comment-25038310-20141221173116

"-and Shearpoint's our way to go. We'll find some dragon priest masks and cheris the last days of our lives swimming in gold and power! We'll be a force to be reckoned with! We'll leave at noon!" One treasure hunter exclaimed, laughing. The other hunters laughed as well.

''Surprisingly, it worked. Thanks old man.. It seems your ways still do the trick. Now, I should leave immediately.. Luckily I already slept. Mos likely they'll attempt to kill me if they discover we have similar goals, so I should stay clear of them. For now.''

Jack pulled the scarf in front of the bridge of his nose, so that it covered most of his face. A few hairs rested on his forehead, and his blue eyes had rings around them. He stood up, leading to the treasure hunters looking up at him for a moment, before continueing their conversation. Jack wondered if he hadn't looked too suspicious to them.

He exited the inn and entered the Drunk Huntsman. He had heard of Shearpoint once, and he figured it'd be nightfall by the time he got there.

"Hey! Were it twenty or thirty arrows? And what kind?!" The Bosmer asked him again, slightly annoyed. Jack woke up from his daydream and escaped his thoughts, and replied. "Thirty. Ebony. And give me twenty of glass arrows, while you're at it. Please." He requested.

After he had payed the sum he exited the city, somewhat saddened that he couldn't have explored more of it. He got on his white and black dotted horse, and patted it on its neck as he hopped in the saddle.

He rode off, on to Shearpoint. ''Let's just hope there are not too many people on their way there... I have a job to complete.''