Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-5824038-20160531094543

'Good to see someone here has the sense to deal with our current situation,' Glorfindel muttered, looking at Fyr as the scout followed him. 'The gates open, and they're all obsessing over a dead man and a madman. And now a khajiit has appeared. It must be the city, it's the only explanation for why everything has become so manic all of a sudden.'

''A khajiit who died before the curse spread? Interesting. He must have lived at around the same time as me. Then before he even heard of the curse, back in its early days, he must have succumbed to it. Why he didn't come back until now, though, is a mystery.''

The Brass Knight slowly moved through the entrance, into the edge of the city outskirts. He looked around the place, trying to see anything other than the shuffling pilgrims. With extreme caution the Altmer reached down and took his helmet off his belt, placing it onto his head.