Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-7262318-20161129211447

Glut (Short for Gluttony, you see?) faced the guard, but kept his face under his hood and waited for the others to say anything. He was never much for words, but if they had nothing to say, well... he could add the guard to his collection.

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Marrhos stood just outside of Jorvaskr, under the great Gildegreen tree. His focus was locked firmly on the smoke that was rising out of the fires of the Skyforge.

The old smith sighed. He missed his days of forging steel up there.

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At the gates of Whiterun, a Khajiit entered under a cloak and hood...