Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-24530992-20161128144947

The bosmer sprinted through a small forest, following a group of wolves through the mountains. He came to an abrupt halt once he had reached the edge, looking over the plains that surrounded the city of Whiterun.

"Oh great, a city. What did you lead me here for?" He asked one of the wolves. It cocked it's head in response. Valindor sighed, watching as the wolves turned and began to retreat back into the forest. He set eyes on the walls, figuring the animals had lead him there for some reason, perhaps noticing his low supply of arrows. He quickly sprinted down and toward the city, reaching it within a few moments. He walked through the gates, stopping to catch his breath once inside. After he finally caught his wind again, he walked up the streets, feeling slightly off. He rarely visited cities, and when he had, he felt a disconnect. Valindor brushed it off and continued anyway, heading for a shop where he could restock his arrows.