Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150327200913/@comment-24530992-20150406011158

(Weeelllll, I suppose I should give an update on Raminus...)

The son of Boethiah had been traveling for several days, going without sleep. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen, and the least he could do was apologize. He stepped shakily through the gates of the Imperial City, his skin as pale as Skyrim's snow. He seemed a bit thinner than before, as well. He was too tired and distracted to have hunted any food on the way. Raminus lowered his head, walking for the tower.

A finger tapped him on the shoulder, and he spun around, only to face Tristyc.

"Hey Ra...what in Oblivion happened to you?" The latter asked, taking a surprised step back.

"Something horrible... just stay out of it..." he rasped, before resuming his way to the tower. Trystic decided to assist him in walking back, still remaining concerned.