Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180328220025/@comment-25828117-20180402010037

Graicus thought he'd have more to say but it turned out he didn't. He remembered he sure asked a lot of questions when he was that age.

After he took off his sandels, he took off his belt, releasing his muscular gut. The sword he kept near his head, easy to reach. He had done that ever since his service. A habit that had saved his life on more than one occassion when he was a gladiator in the arena. In Morrowind the fights were often incredibly dirty, paid good, but dirty. Even outside of the arena your opponent would try to get you. Slit your throat while you sleep to toss your head down in the pits the next morning. Evidently, no one had succeeded in doing this to him.

"You want me to blow out the candle?" Graicus asked with his massive back turned to the Nord.