Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-25828117-20151022200615

The two visitors found board at a smaller inn, away from the main road. Both of them wishing to not run into that psychotic weirdo again.

Percival was having his wounds being taken care of by the innkeeper's wife whom had read a book or two about restoration magic. But the chance that he'd be able to escort Alain to the Palace tomorrow was particularly slim.

Alain in the meantime sat in his own room, pondering whatever that dunmer said. All too eager to dismiss them as just ramblings by a madman. Yet he was still mad about the whole ordeal. If this were Evermore that man would've been sentenced to death by now. A sentence Alain didn't even think he had in him to condone let alone enact. but they were not in Evermore. They were in a far away land in a dangerous city with powerful people.

They had to be careful from now on.

Alain sighed as he poured himself another cup of wine. Noticing that the effects weren't kicking in as fast as he'd like them to.

"Tomorrow I'll talk with the emperor and after that... Finally go home." He mused to himself, before lying down, turning to his side and extinguishing the candle.