Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161012204049/@comment-27025277-20161015212005

The drunken Bosmer had gained a few weird looks as he stumbled into the temple but they all dismissed him as just another drunkard seeking redemption.

Upon entering the temple, Faldras was greeted by a very over zealous priestess Argonian.

"At last! Another believer comes!" She nearly shouted,"What god have you come to worship today sir!?"

Faldras hiccuped and looked at her with stern disdain before stating,"None of them..."

The Argonian priestess seemed a bit taken aback by his words before looking down sadly with her tail tucked.

"You're just a Wandering drunk huh?"

"No... Im... I know... Where... I am..." Faldras stated stumbling through his words between hiccups both of the throat and mind.

"Oh? So why come if you don't intend to worship?"

"I... Don't... Know..."

"Perhaps the gods are your last hope?" THE priestess asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Hope... Heh..." Faldras stated somewhat confused by how she seemed to have read him like an open book.