Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-5543592-20150130035935

Velith walked into Chorrol, the scimitars at his waist and he swept his eyes from side to side. The place was unfamiliar, much different from where he had been raised, but it was similar enough to other establishment he'd been to for there to not be a signifcant amount of otherness. Besides, his target was here. He was still pondering over whether he should kill or capture. He was usually fond of the latter, but the wretched scum that brought about this mission was a several time serial killer who managed to live right under the law's nose.

Heh, sounded familiar.

Tamriel had changed in recent years, there was no denying that, and he felt oddly out of touch still, like he hadn't gotten over an illness completely. The city was bustling with some event that made little sense to him, and drew little interest.

Regardless, he doubted the tavern would've changed much. It most likely still served alcohol. He made his way there, where both information and rest could be found.