Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150507072752/@comment-24736819-20150607050040

"Hmm. Damned Ice Trolls, they smell food and end up here.", the big khajiit said. He had a bag with him, which seemed to be supplies for the weekend.

"At least you are ok... You know what? I'll let you tell me your tale over a nice soup tonight. I'd very much like to hear it.", unexpected words in a unexpected tone came out from his mouth as he poured the contents of the bag over the table: fruits, vegetables, meat, bread and all sorts of foods and drinks.

"Could you go outside and check if there isn't anymore of them nearby?"

"Unfortunately, we've lost their tracks, sir. The last time we managed to figure which way they went, the tracks pointed east towards Morrowind...", 86 replied.

"But I doubt they truly went there, I mean it is one of the strongest allies to the High King. They should be here somewhere. A small village or settlement on the east would be my guess."