Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20141231170452/@comment-10197675-20150112211057

Varlgon continued through the sewers with haste as he ran through different tunnels trying to navigate himself to the exit. However the Nord could smell quite a foul odour within the air, not the lewd scent of all the excrement and waste, but a different one.

The Nord covered his nose as the smell almost became unbearable, but to his luck as he walked around the next corner the exit came into site. So forth he started to sprint for the clean and fresh air of Skyrim, but when he came out all he could trace with his nose was the scent of smoke, flowing in the wind. The Nord then immediately turned to look at Whiterun, hoping that the dragons had gone, and fortunately they had, but the city had been desolated by their vile wrath.

Varlgon then spent a good ten or so minutes scouting the area, investigating and scanning the skies, looking to see if there was any other threat of danger, or any knowledge peeking from the nearest barn to the smallest bush that could be founded.

Time then started to lumber and not before too long twenty minutes or so passed, therefore the Nord headed back into the sewers to tell the Altmer that the skies were clear and that the surrounding area was moderately safe, so the townsfolk could evacuate freely.