Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20151202154950/@comment-17114085-20151205231117

Sahvri sighed when he saw what was left of his food stock. "Mother always said not to keep my food outside." He muttered. The Dragonkin liked to remain outside his shack as much as possible, because the interior was too small for him to extend his wings. As such he ate his meals outside. All he ever did inside was sleep.

"I guess I will have to visit the city again, this isn't going to last me more than two days." He looked up at the sky. "Might as well go now, if I keep pushing it off I will end up starving."

Begrugingly he set off for Falkreath. He didn't like going into town much. Too many people around, it made him feel uneasy. Like he would burn the place down by sneezing too loudly.