Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-768817-20140830183249

Mymor was still quite a ways away, but close enough to see the walls of the city through the fog. He made distant plans, and played out fantasies, in his mind, as his legs slipped past eachother, closer, and closer to the walls, that if perhaps he got a quest from the jarl, and if he perhaps succeded in that quest, that he coud... Perhaps, begin to amass a reputation in the city, or the hold, or even all of Skyrim. But then he mentally acknowledged this as the fantasy it was, and told himself to take it one step at a time.