Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20151212152544/@comment-17114085-20160101211728

"Junhezyol." Sahvri muttered. His father's name, it was the first thing he had ever learned about his father. It filled him with hope. "Do you know where he is?!" He demanded.

The guard shook his head. "Like I said, he didn't fight alongside us in the Dragon Crisis. So I have no clue. Last time I saw him was in the Merethic Era, when he was leading a band of Dragons to attack Windhelm. I doubt there are any clues to his whereabouts left there, but it is as good a place to start as any."

The guard's response shot down his enthusiasm, but he kept hold of that hope in his heart. "Alright, thanks for everything Lotyolosjusk."

"The pleasure is mine, Dovahkiir." The guard said. "Just please, don't inform the people of Falkreath about my identity. I don't wish to be run out of town."

Sahvri nodded. "I won't, and sorry for almost blowing your cover by asking around." He stood there watching as the guard put on his helmet and walked back to the city. When he was out of sight he muttered to himself. "Windhelm..." He then took flight and began heading towards the eastern city.