Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9075949-20170520232335/@comment-27346690-20170523200432

Athrian was traveling Northeast in Falkreath hold, being careful not to make much sound. He had his bow drawn, as always, in case he spotted any undead or animals to hunt. Mostly it was for the undead, as he hadn't seen many animals in a few days. He needed food soon, better stuff than the berries and edible plants that he'd been eating for the past few days. Just as he was lamenting his lack of food, a rabbit scampered out from behind a tree. Athrian quickly fired an arrow at it, but it missed.

"Damn" he cursed. Hunger was throwing off his aim. He might need to head into a town to scavenge soon...