Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-32420582-20141026090827

Qa'do headed outside with stacks of paper in his arms, he approached five couriers he hired, he handed them over to them then said.

"Put these up around Skyrim, I want to get as many jobs as I can, and all of you will be paid hansomely, now, go."

Qa'do psuhed past them and headed to the inn, he sat down and ordered some ale, he downed it quickly then paid for a room.

Qa'do entered into his room then sat down in a chair writing a letter to the Mane of Elsweyr;

Brother,

''I hope you can forgive me, I did not know he was your son, if I knew I wouldn't of killed him, I am in Skyrim now, a wondering sell-sword. Life is good somewhat, but Skyrim is torn apart, and I hope to change that, I hope to become the next great hero.''

Love; Do'Ryka

Qa'do stared at the note for a second then slid it into his pack, he would send it later on.