Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150130070303/@comment-5614539-20150203042547

Solas and his entourage clattered into Markarth. He climbed up the steps, and rapped on Nepos' door. Once. Twice. Thrice. Realising there was no answer, he opened the door with a key from his key ring, and, once everyone was in, he left, walking aimlessly around the town. Eragon started cooking a venison stew.