Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-24530992-20140727053555

(Praise the sun!)

The Breton had finally made it to Whiterun, where he pulled his hood and mask down, entering the inn. He sat down at a table, unveiling the documents.

"So, the blacksmith did have her.." He muttered to himself.

"Not my problem now.. She's dead, and she was Forsworn.."