Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-17114085-20150910000029

(@Seryio: It is fine now them.)

As Kyrnil walked through his hometown of Whiterun towards its gates, the citizens that had been present when Kyne appeared offered him words of encouragement. He nodded and waved as he passed them by. Once outside he said goodby to Alof, the guard, and went back down to the stables.

The stablemaster was tending to the horses. He saw the Nord coming before he arrived. "Kyrnil, I've take the liberty of feeding and giving water to your horse." He pointed to the white horse the Half-God had taken from Riften.

"Actually, that is not exactly mine. I borrowed it from the stablemaster of Riften. I sort of need to return it." Kyrnil explained.

"I see...well I am sure the stablemaster there won't mind you keeping it a bit longer when you are in such an important mission." The old stablemaster said.

Kyrnil lifted an eyebrow. "You heard about it?"

"Of course. Everyone in the city is talking about how Kyne gave you an important task. I wish you the best of luck lad." He said and patted the Half-God in the back.

Kyrnil nodded and mounted the white horse. "Let's go then, horse." He said and began trotting away.