Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141230014513/@comment-6006054-20150106045751

Ekrun wished he still had his helmet. He glanced at the fire, then looked around for some one he could call over to order a drink. He noticed an imperial woman, who was observing the patrons. She seemed familiar, and that bothered him. He reminded himself that he had been in Cyrodiil recently, and that it was totally possible that he had encountered someone with similiar features there. Then he spotted a barmaid, remembered his desire for a beverage, and forgot about the imperial.