Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797179-20170124170253

Faolan noticed the woman stray away by herself, he found it rather odd. Sneakily, he followed the Dunmer from a distance, his small frame making him hardly noticable. His heart was pacing faster as he swiftly passed through the courtyard, waiting for the lady to climb the stairs before he went near it.

Ralof, finishing lighting the fire, glanced around. He couldnt see his son anywhere and shook his head, before he could utter a word the young Imperial man returned.

"Ah, you've set up camp!" The Imperial cheerily said, as he sat down in the Alcove. "Wheres the lad?"

"Off galavanting." Ralof huffed, before brushing the situation under the rug. "I'm Ralof." He said, before leaving his hand outstretched.

"Harrias, Telvas Harrias." The Imperial said as he shook Ralof's hand.

"And the lad is Faolan, my son."

"Ah, his mother must be a Breton." Telvas said, smirking at Ralof who laughed. "You Imperials have a way with words." Ralof replied. "Perhaps if you had a way with swords we wouldnt be here."

Telvas laughed back, before pulling out a wine skin and sipping from it, then passing it to Ralof who was rather content with drinking a proper drink, not stale water or sour milk.