Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20150524231736/@comment-18750685-20150710233950

( May as well wait for the cart... if he makes it. )

Saren inhaled deeply. There was a nib in the air, along with the all-too familiar stench of horse shit. He rendered unto whomever the young courier may have been and stroke his hands with one another, exhaling loudly.

''Skyrim. Cold as an old woman's kiss, but ripe for adventure.''

Eastern Skyrim had lost contact with Winterhold and no one knew why, it seemed.

''Good money in being a scout. Good scars, too.''