Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180314143738/@comment-24530992-20180315170149

Vincent sat on his own inside of the inn, propping his head in his chin. He sat in the back corner, carefully observing what was going on.

Noone else here seems very out of the ordinary, he thought to himself. I wonder who the other agent was that was sent here as well.

However, he didn't try to stare too much. He needed to act as normal as possible, since anyone here could be a spy or an agent for one of his enemies. Swirling his drink, he slumped back in his chair, pressing the tip of the bottle to his lips and taking a long drink. He had wished he was stationed somewhere else other than Skyrim. Perhaps Morrowind, Valenwood, or even Elsweyr- he did not fit in with the Nords very well. He was an obviously well-pampered person, and his Imperial blood would not make him a friendly target for the inhabitants of eastern Skyrim.