Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-26103034-20171010170157

Cursing himself for his lack of care, Rularel kept walking, watching his footing and his surroundings much more carefully now, and he didn't sheath his sword. He picked his way towards the centre of the town, keeping his eye out for anything that looked unusual - at least, unusual for a haunted town that was once sold to a Daedric Prince.