Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20131112133018/@comment-24245127-20131203145246

Fareem arrived in Whiterun several days later in the deep of night in his rather loud and fancy carriage, as he steps out of it and begins to take a slow walk into into the Whiterun keep he inhails deeply.

"This town smells of filth, typical man-folk" he mutters, he then begins a rather quick walk over to the local Inn, surprised to find it empty he peers around, clearly suspicious of this place, he then peers over to the room located behind the bar which the owner usually resides "I demand service! is this how you treat your customers Nord?" suddenly he hears a loud thud followed by a creeking noise coming from the room directly behind him, what is beyond this door is unknown he shrugs it off as nothing, but it persists.

Being a scholar he is drawn to sate his curiousity, he readies a chain of lightning in his palm and hides it behid his back, incase this is a mere misunderstanding, he raises his foot and suddenly boots the door right open, but once again there is nothing, he then takes a look around the room, a lice-ridden bed, wood-rot but fresh food "Rather odd" Fareem mutters, suddenly there is a massive flash of light and a loud bang, something had blinded Fareem and smacked him upside the head, as he is knocked out, a shadowy figure drags him off.