Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-24736819-20170301005325

The son of Peryite spent a couple of hours in the old shack near the marshlands between Solitude and Morthal before remembering there was another place where the Sins could've headed to regroup, an old Fort.

Pan gathered his belongins and immediately departed. He also recalled something about Morthal being the next hit, but decided to find others before acting.

Back on Nirn, Carden and Bouros had agreed to join forces fully.

"So, how will we find those journals?", the large man asked.

"I usually follow the trail of the ones that I possess, but I've already done it and it led nowhere. Perhaps if we travel to Hammerfell...that can do us both some good. I don't believe whoever wants me dead will act while I am in company of known halfgods, so...", the bard replied.

"Still, we cannot allow those madmen to do as they please with these lands. There are innocent people suffering... Maybe we could help fight them first?", Bouros commented as the duo walked through the destroyed streets of Solitude.

Occasionaly, a beated down survivor passed by or a scavenger hid when they came into their field of view, but the once crowded city seemed sadly empty.

"There are people suffering everywhere, mr. Mund. We can't let other people's problem to get in the way of resolving our own.", the bard placed his lute in front of him once again and started fiddling with some cords.

"Still, I feel like we should...and there is something I should tell you: my name is not Mund, that was a name Lady Clarisse gave me when I said I didn't remembered mine.", the muscular halfgod commented, looking around to see if he could spot any of the halfgods that traveled along his side.

"And what is it, then?", Carden asked, curious.

"I have no bloody clue."