Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1716423-20140218183324/@comment-5735114-20140219150022

Z'shal slowly awoke in his room in the Bannared Mare. It wasn't techincally 'his', but he'd rented it so many times, "Z'shal" might as well have been carved into the door.

After dressing, Z'shal walked out of his room and sat down at the bar. It was late morning, so there weren't many people around anymore. The Redguard beggar Brenuin managed to sneak in somehow, but he was shortly removed by two guards who ran into the inn.

Z'shal ordered a quick breakfast, mainly consisting of bread and a small assortment of fruits. He finished it quickly, and left the inn, walking straight into the marketplace.

Taking his place at his stand, Z'shal saw a courier run up to him. He got ost of his out of city orders by mail, and although there weren't many of them, the couriers eventually started demanding payment for the 'frequent visits' they had to make to Whiterun.

Giving the courier 10 Septims, Z'shal snatched the note from his hands and began reading as the courier ran off, going to deliver more mail.

Z'shal,

''I'm afraid I can't pick up the potions I ordered due to a townwide issue. If you could deliver them yourself, I would greatly appreciate it.''

Signed, Cyrinar Elsinus

Z'shal mumbled something under his breath. However, it didn't take long before he was all set to go, potions in the satchel, and his sword in its sheath. Hiding away all of his goods, to ensure nobody stole them while he was gone, Z'shal left Whiterun and began his short journey south towards Falkreath.

(And thus, my AD character is ready to be introduced and the battle at Falkreath now has two sides when he is.)