Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20151203194235/@comment-27152625-20151212174203

Varis stays clear from the giant and heads to the stables. She looks in her pouch. 658 septims left. She approaches the stablemaster.

"Greetings, good sir. Do you have a horse for sale?" Her voice is still very quiet as she speaks, but she smiles.