Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170720113953/@comment-17114085-20170812120246

(@Zoor: No, Krathon wouldn't know that.

@Bee: xD)

"I suppose so." Erich muttered. He hadn't thought about that. He put away his gold.

The group walked through the gates and into town. "Those walls look like they've seen trouble recently." He noted as they walked to the stables.

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Rigmor reached a hand into his armor and pulled out some coins. "We'll need to share then, I don't have enough for four horses."

He walked up to the stablemaster. "Excuse me." He said to call his attention.

The man turned around and his eyes widened when he saw the Skald. "Ysmir, I cannot believe my eyes."

Rigmor removed his helmet to show his face completely. "I'm not him. The name is Rigmor, the Singing Dragon." He said and then put the helmet back on.

"Ah, apologies. You just looked so similar to my father's description of the Dragonborn. The name is Fruth Raevildson, owner of these stables." Fruth said.

"Your father knew the Dragonborn?" Rigmor asked.

"Ah yes, he traveled with him to Whiterun many years ago. My father owed him for helping him win my mother's heart from the hunter Faendal. Though I suppose you wouldn't know him." Fruth scratched the back of his head. "Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"Horses." Rigmor handed the man the Septims that he had.