Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-6006054-20150625232114

(Guess Sith isn't around)

"Where you goin?" The tavernkeep asked Uvaryl.

"My room, I'll just find an empty one." Uvaryl replied.

"You got coin to pay for it?" The tavernkeep asked, eyeing Uvaryl's starved coin pouch.

"No, but the altmer does. I'm sure he'll sort it out in the morning, and if for some reason he doesn't, I'm sure you could use an extra hand around here for a few months."

The prospect of either payment or a debt servant was enticement was enough for the tavernkeep, and Uvaryl continued to his room unopposed. Once within the room he leaned his shield against the bed. He removed his sword belt, and seperated the sheaths from it. He placed the shortsword near the head of the bed, and left the longsword with the shield. As an afterthought he picked the swords up again, and ran a whetstone over each blade. It was important to keep his gear maintained. When he was done he returned the weapons to their places. Uvaryl slid off his chain and leather gloves. It had been awhile since he had removed the gloves, he wore them constantly when he was in the field. His bonemold chestplate followed. He brushed and wiped away dirt and grime from the armor, out of habit and professionalism. He did the same with his helmet. Finally, after his equipment was looked after, he retired for the night.