Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171204071002/@comment-33787399-20171204210207

Hannund did as the steward told him. As he sat down in one of the couches, holding his helmet on his lap he felt some exhaustion come ovee him like a tiring shroud. He had not restes from his weeks-long hunt for Darrow beforehand, so the change of pace was very welcome. And so were his quarters. He was sure he had seen most of the inns Tamriel had to offer, but the sheer amount of luxury overwhelmed. He was not used to being given such a comfortable, if only temporary abode. He listened closely to the steward as he nodded, although he seemed a tad dissatisfied he had to work with others. Then again, even a lone wolf like him was still a pack animal, and going in unprepared without backup of some kind would be one less thing to worry about. &quot;Tell me your name, steward. And afterwards, tell me some more about Wayrest, its allies and perhaps more about these people.&quot; He paused as he glanced at the steward for a moment. He placed his helmet on one of the saloon tables nearby as he continued. &quot;Also, make sure my horse is stabled by the first crack of dawn, and that my weapons will be delivered to me by then. I will use his Majesty&apos;s hospitality only for as long as need be.&quot;