Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-2165692-20190201181334

Tiskr looked at Skorm "I guess we could vade through the poison and hope we don't breathe it in. but." he looked towards Agrunac, then back to Skorm "Not all of us are tall enough to keep our heads over it." he said.

The road between Yorgrim and Vindhelm-

Relan had stopped near the road to summon a forge, a smelter and an anvil. His dremora butler stood nearby, holding onto some of his materials.

Relan had dug up a bit of iron he had found on the road and by smelthing it with come corrundum ore had made steel ingots, he was in the process of making a steel sword. He took a look around. "So, bounty hunters. Whether they go to Yorgrim or Vindhelm, they'll have to pass by here. And when they do, they might be able to afford a new blade." he grinned as he began to create a new blade, the heat of the forge would keep him warm. The Dremora Butler appeared bored, but he kept on lookout for any undesirables.