Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140829223802/@comment-24736819-20140903172653

King Ulven and his son were making the preparations to travel all the way to High Rock.

"Drasil, my boy. How is everything? Are we ready to go to that awful place?", Ulven yelled for his assistant.

"Yes, father. Everything is good to go, but... Are you sure about traveling like that? I mean, sure we would be safer with guards.", his son replied.

"Did I raised you to be a coward or a King? We can deal with thieves and mercenaries well enough.", the King said as he got out of his usual noble clothes to something more fit to an adventurer, "Oh, this remind me of the good old times."

"Alright, father. I'm ready.", Drasil said, grabbing his pack.

"So am I, let's go!", the King of Morrowind was unrecognizable,  he seemed like a regular dunmer for untrained eyes.