Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-24736819-20150909172027

(Not exactly, Harry. Destro is already chasing after the source of disturbance caused by the dunmers at Riften, so he is kinda in the storyline as well...just a bit behind, since he went to fetch his brother. Alright, alright...waaaaaay behind.)

It took half a day until they reached Helgen.

"No attention whoring, brother. I don't need it, you don't need it and the people of Helgen most certainly don't need it.", Des said, glancing at the gates of the town.

"Quite a mouth you have there, Des.", Max shrugged, adjusting his clothes and dusting it off, "I'll make myself presentable, then. Just in case you decide to sell my hand in marriage to some lucky lady."

"Lucky lady indeed.", Destro muttered.

The duo quickly made way into the streets of Helgen, which were awfully quiet for midday. They decided to grab something to eat and rest before resuming the travel to the Rift.

"Morning, lads! What can I getcha?", the Innkeeper approached the table, smiling. Seeing those two was a strange sight, but a man like him was used to strangeness.

"Salted venison, fresh bread, poached egg. Two of each and a jar of your strongest mead.", Des asked for both and before Maximus could protest or say anything the Innkeeper nodded and stormed off when he saw the bag of gold the younger Forsennato intended to pay.

"Mead, brother? Why ask for it if you are not able to enjoy its properties?", Max asked, confused.

"Because it makes them serve us faster.", the young warrior replied.

For the first time, both had nothing to do other than wait. For the first time in years, they faced each other directly...