Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190406204911/@comment-5543592-20190406211458

Smith found his way to Quen. For some reason she was never far, so he had more or less become accustomed to her presence, as invariably pleasant as it was. At least she was honest. That's what Smith missed most, he thought. Speaking to people and be able to tell who they were and what they were going to do just be looking at them. Here everyone wore a mask, had secrets, kept things concealed. There were layers of intrigue which he had no interest in, but would probably become entrapped in anyway. "Good morning." He greeted the Bosmer.