Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-24736819-20151004020600

"So, to the Inn? Finally get some good night of sleep, a good meal...", Maximus said more than asked before mumbling the last bit: "Have a little fun..."

"No. We head straight for the Imperial City.", Destro said, rather harshly.

"But...but...", the older brother protested.

"No buts.", the younger brother said, tired of Maximus' complaining and trickery, "And I'm telling you this for your own good, stop trying to mess around or I'll be forced to put you down."

"C'mon, you wouldn’t do that to your big brother, would you?", the son of Sheogorath tapped Destro on the back, yet the only answer he got was silence.

"The horses!", Max snapped his fingers as if he just remembered something, "We can't use them, they need to rest!"

That made Destro stop. His brother was right, it would be inhumane to put their horses to such harsh treatment just because he needed to get to the Imperial City fast. After some moments of internal conflict, Destro nodded.

"One night of rest.", he muttered before they headed towards the Bannered Mare.

...

"Woah...", Carden let out when he popped out of the Black Book's portal. He looked out the window and saw the moon lighting up the dark skies.

The nord grabbed his lute, a self-made one, very unique, and sat on the bed.

"Some practice before, Carden?", he started fiddling the strings and improvising a melody. After half an hour of practice he decided to head down to the common room.

...

Maximus and Destro managed to step into the tavern moments before the rain started to pour over Whiterun.