Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150112130316/@comment-16669347-20150113074423

Hyathil had finished signing up and was heading back to the Hall of the Dead when the wind blew north and carried a familiar scent. Hyathil turned and saw a figure walking towards him in the same armor Hyathil wore when fighting, with blond hair and green eyes and a cruel sadistic smile.

"Roran." Hyathil said as the man approached him.

"Aye." Roran said.. He stopped and looked at Hyathil for a few moments. "I thought you were dead." He said.

"You don't sound too broken up about it." Hyathil replied.

"That's not fair, I grieved for a decade." Roran retorted.

"I'm sure that wasn't healthy for the people of Skyrim."

"Nope. Let's go to the tavern. You can tell me all about why you've been missing for forty six years." Roran said putting his arm around Hyathil and heading towards the Bannered Mare.