Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797179-20170124142855

Faolan watched eagerly as the Dunmeri entourage were assembled on the road. Their strange armour and their unfamiliar weapons greatly interested the boy, who was sat with his legs folded like one of those Khajiti merchants.

"Who are they, father?" Faolan asked, his eyes observing every detail.

"Dark Elves, from Morrowind." Ralof said as he was searching through his napsack. Faolan remembered the stories his father used to tell him, about mountains that spat fire and hills of ash and sulphur. Faolan emered from the alcove to get a better view.

"I'm just gonna get a better look." Faolan said, walking towards the road that led up to the castle, where the Dunmer soldiers were lined up.

"Dont go far now Faolan, I mean it!" Ralof commanded.

"I wont, father." Faolan turned back to the road to find the Dunmer dispersing casually, much to his disappointment. He spotted a Dunmer woman, finely dressed.

''She must be their queen. ''Faolan thought, still clad in his rag-tag armour.