Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-15573488-20140311160436/@comment-24274404-20140312024741

Racuvar, had been sitting near motionless in the branches of an oak for 3 hours now. While scouting the area he had run upon the draugr wandering through the woods. He saw the Breton (Conway) run up and take a lean against the very tree in which he was perched. It was good to see another living person, but Racuvar also feared that he would unwittingly draw the draugr this way. he stayed put, motionless as the branch on which he sat. As a bosmer though, he was quite fine perched up high in the oak just waiting, It was something he'd done since childhood. Waiting.

Racuvar, being ever vigilant, sees some bushes barely moving (Telkoob) from his vantage point up high in the tree. Unsure of what it may be he continues watching. the movement stops. What if it was more undead? Racuvar could stay hidden in his branches and never be noticed, but what of the breton? He should just leave the stupid idiot down there to be eaten. Then again, he wouldn't want a draugr's meal happening right under his hiding spot. Racuvar bends down and whispers quietly to the Breton

"psst.. Breton... Unless you want to become fodder for the draugrs, I suggest you hide very quickly..."