Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20150906013028/@comment-5543592-20150913015104

Anathon glanced around. He was stuck in the bushes with a bunch of strangers, all of them defenseless.

Anathon especially. For, even though he had his Voice, he could not use it to defend himself. For, he was a Greybeard and the Way of the Voice prohibited him from using his power to harm another living beings.

The Nord pulled the hood of his signature robes up, letting it shroud his face.

"Where do we need to go?" Anathon asked.