Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191209000634/@comment-5543592-20191210234231

Baldr gestured towards the door to the stables, on the other side of the inn.

"Friend Graicus and I were in the Reach, where we ran afoul of Friend Alvoran's mother, whose husband, Ulren Silver-Blood, was enslaving the population of Markarth with sorcerous food.  He captured Graicus and I, and we were forced to fight through his Forsworn without the aid of our weapons and armor.  We fought through a convulted labyrinth of evil Reachmen and Dwemer contraptions.  We then came face to face with Ulren himself, the champion of Hircine!  With only our wits, wills, and weapons of bone, we had to fight him.  Both Graicus and I were impaled, it was most painful.  After besting Ulren, we came face to face with the Daedric Lord himself!  He took from his Ulren's helm, but left us his spear, Hircine's Spear." Cade lost steam. "It was the spear that turned Graicus into a bear..."

Scaldor watched her continue her inhalation of the drink, now annoyingly aroused. Probably felt good.

Nyasia took his hand and stood, pulling him to his feet after her. "We will need ingredients!"