Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140319172956/@comment-2165692-20140320035038

(The riften thing is done, they serve the forebears just that if the Nelthars were to need something of them the hypnosis would activate and force them to do it.)

Nelthro rode into whiterun. "Might as well take a break." He went to the bannered mare. As he opened the door the inn went silent as everyone looked at him. Standard tavern routine he walked in and sat down by the counter as everyone returned to their business. He ordered a pint of ale.

"So what brings you to these parts, half-elf?" The bartender said as he handed a mug to Nelthro.

"Looking for a king..."

"A king? Do you have a city in need of one?"

"Oh, no. I seek Daric. Traveled a long way to find him."

"Last time I heard he was in high rock. The men said you came from the west, you're going the wrong way."

Nelthro finished the ale and paid with a single gold nugget. Something the bartender was awestruck by.

He then left. "High rock... That girl was wrong." He rode northwest.