Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150728005505

Sir Tristan Gallahad rode with all his endurance through the main road of High Rock, reaching Norvuk Hills within one day of travel.

He rented a room at the Inn to spend the night.

"You surprised me, Prince.", Azaron said, "I thought you'd be more interested about how I know who you are...and to answer your question, I can handle myself just fine in both situations."

"Figured so. And I also figured how you know me...", Balin smirked, because he knew that he won the little game they had been playing.

"Really?! Do tell.", the dunmer smirked as well.

"My father. You knew him when you two were younger and I'm told a lot that I resemble him, so you guessed I was his firstborn son.", the Prince of Farrun explained, drinking a sip from his bottle of rum.

"You surprised me first and now you've just impressed me too. You are smarter than your father, because I doubt he'd even remember me if we met again.", the dunmer commented, "I was young and foolish and so was him. We fought alongside each other here to depose a tyrannical King, needless to say we succeeded...not without some casualties, though."

"Interesting story, Azaron. But, if you two were so close then why didn't you...", Balin started, but was interrupted by the dunmer completing his sentence.

"Went along with him on his journeys? Well, remember when I said we had some casualties? Your father was amongst them...or so I thought until you came through those doors.", Azaron said, frowning a bit.