Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5543592-20170724022057

"Cultist proved easier than I thought.  More a bunch of scholars that got sick in the head than warriors."

The wolfman folded his arms, and leaned back against the doorframe.

"Couldn't leave the boy with the cultists, otherwise ten years from now we'd have an army rising up in the name of Alduin or stupid shit like that, and couldn't leave him at the orphange because then we'd hear about this kid with hero's blood blowing up a family home or something as equally fucked."

Gait drew air in through his nose, and looked into the fire.

"He's Dragonborn.  I smell it on him.  First time I've scented it in..." Gait couldn't remember. Before the Great Conflict, probably. Maybe never. But he knew Vinicus for what he was. "Why they had him in the first place.  Kid needs to be here."

"Hello." Vin said brightly, greeting Ylva and Jerus uninvited. "I'm Vin." He turned to let Taera introduce herself.