Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150401175844/@comment-25828117-20150403082749

Arik had remained in the hidden room.

When he first came here, it was sort of by accident. He found it while he was cleaning up the room above.

From what he could gather it was supposed to be a 'safe' room from the old owner of this inn. Though she was long gone by the time he started working here.

It seemed to have been left in a hurry, old maps, potions and weapons still remained. Most of those maps didn't make much sense to him, so he put most of them away in a chest somewhere. As far as he was concerned, there was only one map of importance.

The redguard took the map he always keeps folded into his pocket out. It was a map his grandfather had made. His grandfather was an archeologist back in Hammerfell, but had to flee Taneth during the great war, back in 171, rendering his family homeless before eventually settling Skyrim. The map has been passed down through the family ever since. It was, after all, the last remaining piece of home they had.

Arik was embarrassed to admit it but he had never seen the Alik'r before. As a Redguard that felt like something to be ashamed of. All he could work with where the drawings on the old map he had inherited from his grandfather. And the stories he would be told. Suffice it to say that if he could leave, he would.

The young man looked up from his map.

A little idea suddenly crossed his mind.

Perhaps there was one favour that guy could grant him...