Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151006223532/@comment-29559990-20151009202724

"Fine..." Kaz shrugged, quickly scooting out of the inn, pondering the possibilities of there being... that.

''Vordel as a dad... I shudder at the thought....''

Kazzris moved out of the gates after having searched the streets. He was getting a bit worried now. How far would he have gone? Anything outside the gates was too far for comfort.

Kaz jogged down the street and towards the tables, searching the planes for any sign of the Dunmer. Nothing. "Vord?" He called out, his heart sinking a bit further every time he got no response to his call out. He was now moving across the fields at a brisk pace.

"Vord!" He called out one more time, before his eyes came to rest on a nearby body of water. A small lake, one that could barely fit a child. There, he saw an axe wedged into the banks, with a small glint on it that managed to catch his attention.

He ran over to the axe, and slid to a stop. Sure enough, it was Vordel's trusted weapon. Lying next to it, was a small slip of paper folded neatly and begging to be read.

"What is this..." Kaz muttered, the idea of Vordel bailing now becoming more reality than a horrible though. With shaky hands, he gripped the paper and unfolded it. On the inside, it contained a short message that confirmed his suspicions.

Goodbye, Zaydate.

Kaz, in a blunt rage, cumpled up the paper and slammed his fist into the ground. "What the fuck!" He growled. How could he do this? How could he leave? On a mission to kill Tharn. And he fucking left. He. Fucking. Left. Left his axe and a fucking note, and ran...

"Wait a sec..." Kaz's head shot up, looking over at the axe. Still sharp as ever. A bit dirty due to being plunged into the soil. He walked over and ripped it free from the ground, analyzing it.

"Something ain't right..." Kaz noted. "He wouldn't leave you..."