Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20150819003026/@comment-25038310-20150824173638

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The man kept walking through the cave. To some, a mere silhouette that did a great job at blending in in the dark environment. To whoever was present during the second dragon crisis, a well-known former commander. It had been a long time since he had seen any of the dragon priests, and he was not completely sure what welcome he'd expect.

There were still some masks that rested in that luxurious mansion of his family back in Daggerfall - for example, Otar and Zahkriisos. He doubted the priests held a grudge against him, but he never quite managed to fully trust them. He wasn't sure if the same feeling was returned. Not after the events that started all of it.

His emerald eyes glanced in every direction, wary and cautious as always as he continued walking, hoping to find any sign of Skuldafn.