Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-5614539-20150127094057

Lyrissa walked slowly down the road from Markarth to Riften. She had much to think about. ''Tap. Tap.'' The beat of her staff accompanied her thoughts. The staff itself had been built by a handy Orc many years ago. With a single tap, the wooden shell would drop off, and a balade would be on either end. The shells were reattachqble, and could hold off blows on their own, but she preferred her sword strapped to her belt. She walked across a bridge, admiring the beautiful day. ''The sky... It seems an odd colour today.''