Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20160113143537/@comment-17114085-20160118160006

It had been a couple days since Sahvri had returned from his failed long search for his father. When he arrived he had learned that his mother was dead and since he was missing, the Jarl had sold their lands. It had been quite the terrible homecoming.

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~A few days ago.~

Sahvri was flying back towards his mother's cabin in the mountains south of Falkreath. He kept thinking about the two years he spent flying around searching for clues to his father's identity and whereabouts. He had come up with nothing. He didn't want to return home without finding something, as he had promissed his mother that he would find him.

It was evening as he flew through the sky. "I hope mother is making her famous stew. It has been a long time since I ate it." His stomach growled from hunger.