Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-6006054-20140630025542

Uvaryl wished he could be inside already. This last exposure to the outside world was torturous. Until now he hadn't even realized how much he loved the feel of wind, the vague warmth of the sun, and the sounds of birds. He vaguely wondered why he liked birds; the closest things to them in Morrowind were the Cliff Racers. Nobody, especially Uvaryl, liked Cliff Racers.