Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-12599067-20140623121857

Avaryn, having been one of the last ones to put together a pack (consisting mainly of a few alchemical apparatuses, food, a bedroll, and a canteen), jumped onto the carriage after the others, taking the seat nearest to the back. He was curious about what some kind of mage cult (especially one from Hammerfell) would be doing in Cyrodiil and what kind of grudge they'd be holding against the Emperor, but decided that they'd probably have a rough idea soon enough, so he dipped his sedge hat so that it covered his eyes and lit his pipe, then sat back and looked back out towards the walls of the Imperial City as he waited for the others to arrive.