Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-7262318-20191003202614

Garran angrily banged his fist on the gate and marched off. Maybe that Khajiit could pick the lock and let him leave? Maybe the fire witch could burn a hole in it for him?

Either way, he was getting out of here. There would be no stopping Garran. He hated this place, he hated this group, and he most certainly hated the fact that he had conned himself into traveling with them. By morning, he would be out of this place and going home.

He made his way for his room in the dormitory, where he could angrily stew and be left alone until it was time for him to get out of here.