Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20151202154950/@comment-9075949-20151206151317

(Ok, sorry I didn't notice New Dragon Form: [])

Dusilthur was travelling accross the plains of Whiterun. As he entered through the gate, he felt very strange, as if all of the citizens looked on him

"Hey, you!" He said to a elder Nord man "Where do you have a tavern of sorts?"

The man said nothing. Thur could sense that the man was paralyzed with fear.

"Fine, I'll find it myself" He grumbled and walked over to the marketplace.

''Food, general store, alchemist... Ah! Bannered Mere! I bet it's the Inn.''

He entered the Inn.