Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141028095334/@comment-16669347-20141031052509

(Lol, Daedra the ladykiller.)

Aasim stood and put out the rest of the fire. He had slept well enough. He looked backup at the sky. What do I do now? He thought to himself. His fatheer would have said that the stars were a sign and Aasim had to do something. Aasim, however, was not the kind of person to believe in that, besides, there were thousands of people in Skyrim, the 'sign' probably had nothing to do with him anyway. He shrugged and put the thought off, he was hungry and hadn't found anything yesterday, he'd have to go into town for food.

He looked northwest, Ivarstead wasn't far from him, an hour away, two at most.