Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-24438639-20140129020730

Olaf stood in the corner of the inn, his back to the wall. He was ready to leave at a moments notice, his new stalhrim mace was beside him in easy grasp. He took out his dagger and began to peel an apple before eating it. He wanted to kill the mage they had fought yesterday, and he hoped these group of mercanarys would lead him to Novo, although mercanarys didnt do them justice.