Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-6006054-20150928005149

Issalus strode towards Whiterun. Bone clicked as he walked, his Namira pendant swung with the weight of thirteen pieces of bone. His eyes scanned the plains. It was warmer here than in the north, and sweat seeped from his skin beneath his excessive wrapping of furs and leather-like armor. He pulled at one of the furs, and cast the stained rag to the roadside.