Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-12599067-20150316170229

(I hate to interrupt this moment, but...)

Jotunn was rather tired, which was somewhat uncommon. But then again, he had a right to be. It had been a long, long walk from Eastmarch to Whiterun. Under any other circumstance, he would have simply walked into the inn, paid for a room, and collapsed onto a bed-- but not today. He had a mission.

From his spot at Vargine Hall's doorstep, he had to admit he thought the hall would be bigger. No matter. He hadn't come to admire the architecture. He had come to speak with someone of Clan Ghost-Wolf. Anything else was secondary.

Jotunn turned his attention to the door and pounded an armored fist on the wooden door, then stepped back and waited patiently, arms folded.