Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140925205622

Azarath wandered through the streets of Windhelm, unsure as to what he should do with himself. He knew how Dunmer were treated in this city, confined to the grey quarters and hounded by the local wildlife but Azarath wasn't some spineless refugee, any nord that gave him shit would be choking on bits of his/her own skull.

He slowly marched through the city, almost like he was antagonising the Nords, with his confidence, in all honesty, some trouble would be the best thing that had happened to him all night. Hell, maybe he could have his first bar brawl in twenty years...

The thought brought a smile to his face as he looked to the Candlehearth Hall inn, he rolled up his sleeves and entered, hoping to have some fun...