Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150302024219/@comment-5543592-20150303025544

Lorcan noticed her recoil to the mention of her apperance. When it came to human (and animal) reactions, he didn't miss much. He couldn't see why though, Frankly, he liked it. It gave her character.

"Eastmarch." Said Lorcan. "I lived there until I was twelve.  Then it was the Rift.  Then I spent some time in that Volkihar dungeon that I mentioned.  Then High Rock.  Then Eastmarch, I think- it gets fuzzy for a while.  I took a bad hit to the head and I forgot a lot of my shit.  Then it was Cyrodiil, and now Skyrim again."