Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-27968758-20151216022454

Faldras had taken the two years in strides. The stress had no effect on him. Peace was his middle name. He had aged a bit. His face was no longer fully clean shaven. He kept a five'o'clock shadow. His hair had grown longer but still kept tied back. He also had grown significantly stronger and more muscular. He also had begun to develop a crush on a member of the group, though he would never voice it. If they weren't moving he was writing poem after poem. He knew it likely would never impress her, but it helped him to stay quiet about it. He had been doing his best to prove his worthiness. He even helped save the Khajiit Suri from a Bear that he had sniped. They had eaten good that night. Despite being away from Falkreath, he never felt more at home than he did traveling with this group. As they entered the first city of Elsweyr, he grew extremely happy.