Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20150619152554/@comment-5518614-20150721091905

(I suppose. Hmmm... maybe i'll look into it...)

Clay looked for a seat, and sat down as close to the fire as he could; walking in Skyrim was a cold and unpleasent business, even when you have lived in the snow for all your life. He declined the barmaid's(?) offer of a drink, and tried to keep warm.