Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140103192519

It wasn't long before Makoru found himself being shaken awake by a strong hand on his shoulder. Although he was horribly tempted to whip out his father's sword and leave Manjur without a hand, he found a way to open his eyes. He yawned and sat up to see that the desert sun was high in the sky, shining down and nearly blinding him.

"Your stop, my friend. But, as fate would have it, it is also mine. Shall we travel together, my friend?" the Khajiit asked with a devilish smile.

"What? We're already at Gilane?" Makoru replied, looking up. The great walls of the desert city sat before them, battlements glistening in the sun.

"I believe I said that already. But you did not answer my question. If you do not mind, I would very much like to travel alongside you. You seem like the kind of person who has seen many an adventure, Makoru."

"That much is true, Manjur," Makoru answered. "But I will warn you not to follow me. My line of work is... dangerous, to say the least. But if you insist, then you are free to travel with me. I have no qualms against those who would offer assistance."

"Much obliged, Makoru," Manjur smiled. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? If you were exiled from Hammerfell, then why would you return now?"

"I will explain later, my friend. For now, I believe it would be best to find an inn. You don't by chance know where to find one, do you?" Makoru asked. Manjur shook his head in answer and Makoru sighed, then began walking towards the gates. "Then follow me. I'll find a place to get settled in, then we'll get started on a little plan I've been working on," said Makoru as he pulled up his hood and mask. With luck, no one would recognize him as the banished prince he had been seven years ago.