Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-6006054-20150928035844

Issalus crawled from the drainage ditch. He was outside of the city now. He was damp and spattered in filth from the ditch. He wiped it away, and it slid easily off of his armor. The almost leathery material was excellent at that. He craddled his bleeding hand as he walked away from the city, picking pieces of bloody glass from it. When he next looked up he realized he was close to some sort of gathering. A breton, a khajiit, nord, even an orc. He made a sharp right turn, hoping that they hadn't noticed him. No more drama today. Just needed to find a place to sleep for the night.