Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20141231170452/@comment-10197675-20150108184223

The Nord overheard the Breton as he chatted to the bar-maid. He then spoke quite aloud.

“Dammed dragons are growing in number too, these lands won’t last much longer, especially with those beasts lumbering in the skies… ”

The Nord took another sip from his ale as he took of a plate of armour on his right arm. The Nord then grabbed a wet cloth that was in a bucket of cold water next to his chair, he then started to bathe quite a fresh wound slivered across his arm, he gritted his teeth as he felt a strong throbbing sensation from his wrist. He knew that this night would be a long one.

He then spoke again, “Don’t think they’ll be going any time soon either, especially now that rumours are a-spreadin that the Dragonborns dead, if that’s so, all hope is lost.”

He then tossed the wet and bloody cloth back into the bucket before returning to his ale once again.