Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-6006054-20150902225523

Issalus sat cross-legged, listening intently to the sounds of commencing battle. He had heard such sounds described before, but had not yet experienced them so closely and in person. He was situated on the wooden planking within Riften's canal, the scent of rotted wood, refuse, and general canal filth hanging heavy in the air. Somehow among this mire he seemed regal, almost kingly, shining and resplendent in an utterly defiled and squalid manner.