Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-3293219-20140929120144

"You can never be... t-too experience." Azarath grinned, leaning over on his table.

"D-Do... They have doxies here?"

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Robin slowly walked around the island, so used to clear, cold, mountain air that they found this volcanic smut difficult to breathe in. The air stunk of sulfor, resembling the smell of eggs cooking and yet it still managed to be cold. Surrounded by Dunmer, who didn't look too happy to see them, Robin just pushed on through the town, overstimulated by the lights and the flicker of the fires, coming from various cooking stalls and the blacksmith.

The Breton was beginning to wonder if it was a mistake coming here, they'd never felt so lost and so isolated in all their life.