Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160209154925/@comment-6006054-20160228203641

Taervik smiled slightly as he walked. The expression felt strange, it was something he hadn't done in ages. He looked up to the snowy sky, feeling the sun's faint warmth on his face. He thought back to his earlier pondering, whether this sun was the one that mockingly awoke him every day of his exile, or if it was the sun that illuminated his bright new future the day he had become a guard of Saarthal. He smiled again. It was the sun that heralded good things to come.

Taervik found his way to the workshop. As an exile, he had learned to create poisons, and had become quite adept at it. He saw no reason to avoid furthering that skill.