Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-5824038-20160524173949

'Fair enough,' Talyaras said, grabbing the contents of the drawers and leaving the dome. 'Shall we check out the towers while we're here, or just leave now? I doubt there is anything more up there, probably just a laboroatory or a workshop or something like that.'

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(This section has been written after talking with Alador.)

For most of this time, since they arrived at Windhelm, Arnaud had been lost in quiet self-reflection. Everything that had happened up until now, it was so... remeniscent of the past. Of what he faced. Of what he did. And that made Arnaud slightly sick inside, knowing that he was in many ways following in Sander Lafayette's footsteps of bloodshed and crime.

When the Phoenix exploded from Elara's chest, he ran. Nobody noticed that he was gone. He just fled the scene, found an empty alleyway, and knelt down on the floor, breathing heavily.

'Fuck... Magical birds, pretty-boy Daedra, conspiracies that threaten to tear everything apart... I can't deal with this.' He slowed his breathing and calmed down.

''This is what Sander had to deal with, this is what he thrived on. Everyone knows it, everyone keeps on mentioning him and his stupid fucking Odyssey. And now I'm doing the same thing... except not as well. I'm nothing like him. I'm not sneaky as a cat, I'm not vicious as a dreugh, I'm not a vampire! I'm just a man, with a candle to guide me. And now that candle has been put out.''

He looked up. He was sat outside a grotty looking pub. He opened the creaking door, and was greeted by a musty dark room. A few patrons looked up from their games and drink, the chatter barely changing, and one of them waved him over.

'Hello there, friend,' he said in a Colovian accent. 'You any good at knucklebones? Think you can beat my cousin Decius over here?' he asked, gesturing to a smiling young man. 'If you do, there's at least 10 hists in it for you.'

Arnaud looked down at the carved bone pieces. This game was one that he was especially good at. 'Yeah, I'll play,' he said, sitting down. 'The name's Arnaud Sauvetierre. Nice to meet you.'

The others introduced themselves and offered him a drink. He accepted, and got down to playing. Laughter and witty exchanges filled the air around him as he threw the bones up in the air again and again, each time filling the gaps in his fingers at an incredible speed. The others congratulated him, gave him his winnings, and bought him another drink.

Arnaud smiled. He could enjoy this, even if it ony lasted a day or so. It would take his mind of what had happened. A simpler life, perhaps, but a much easier and more enjoyable one.