Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-25588187-20150613220309

Garred walked into the inn, his sword dragging along the floor in it's scabbard. He was exhausted, seeing as all the minor settlements up to this points were practically abandoned, he had not found a safe place to rest for days. He always heard those wolves behind him, so much so that he swore they were tracking him across Tamriel...

"I need board, I assume you have it, but I might as well ask." he told the Innkeeper, his gauntlet finally finding rest on the bar's surface.