Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-5583506-20160205040117

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: Oedipus glanced over, scurtinizing the two, before turning his attention down to his own hands. Worn and calloused. Worker's hands. What was he doing here, in one of these cities? This was not a place meant for men like him. He already felt a sense of discomfort just being inside this, locked away from the outside. And the stone instead of dirt beneath his feet was odd. He wasn't used to walking on flat, even pavement.

He rubbed his jaw, before spitting onto the ground, not certain why he did so, and then rose, moving to go see if this hole had anything to offer. As Oedipus entered the inn, the innkeeper eyed him curiously. "Yah need anythin'? Gotta warn yah tho. Me supplies are pretty dry as they is. Plenty of survivors from that Kilkreath place to drain meh storages dry."