Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-32663439-20141122113936

(Thank Alkosh I have Wi-Fi again. Didn't have it for days and I cried myself to sleep every night. Also didn't read all posts, anyone who expects a response from me before this message is SOL. Unless you point it out to me.)

Over the years, Greymoor had become a flourishing hub of commerce and prosperity. The Jihaat Maaszi constantly had business similar to that of the Companions, and also provided guards for hire. Greymoor was no longer a fort, but a prospering city. It was an important trading hub and refuge in Skyrim. One of the most common tourist attractions was the Bloated Stag Inn, the exceptionally large tavern in the center of the town. The inn had many attractions, such as the large underground alcolhol cellar full of world class beverages. The tavern had other assets as well.

Slagar was still the leader of the Jihatt Maaszi, and hadn't aged a bit (mostly to already being born with white and grey hair). Even though he was the boss, he still was very interactive with the town. He often posed as a smalltime shopkeeper or something similar to get to know travelers. There weren't very many rules in Greymoor besides the obvious, but racism was not aloud. Greymoor was a haven to anyone who was oppressed.

Slagar walked over to Qa'do's place and saw little Light. "Hello, Little One. How is the training going this day?"