Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-24141785-20150629201324

"Well, I'd probably move back to Cheydinhal." Tyrial started, "Pay for the...thing."

He shrugged, "I might as well tell you... I'm going to pay for my brother's treatment. He has a severe disease that can be cured, but at a devestating price."

He started to go very quiet, ''"He's the only family I have..." ''The imperial took a gulp of soda before turning to Krista.

"I'd probably move to Skyrim once my brother was cured. Settle down as a docter, maybe find someone if I'm lucky."

Tyrial pressed the button in the side of his helmet and it completely disappeared, all sliding into earpieces. He scratched the back of his head, leaning back against a wall.