Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160710204733/@comment-24760123-20160712010415

(LOL)

Hadrian thought for a second.

He tapped the floor again with his staff, unsummoning the Atronach, and put his war axe back on his belt.

The metal had finally cooled, leaving a steel grey mark around his left eye that appeared to softly glow an icy blue.

The battlemage put his staff on his back.

"It just so happens that I'm looking for work. You see, I'm a mercenary. Based out of Windhelm, until recently."