Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30797179-20161221224412/@comment-30797453-20161222233405

"Don't be a fool, they died out long ago and all the better, lest I and many others would be dead" Rythus huffed and tugged his shawl closer around him, his breath small white clouds which slithered through the cold morning air, He longed for the sight of his home province more than anything and the cold hostile Jerall mountains was not on the list of his favoured places. Rythus had always harboured curiosity for what the greybeard sanctuary on the top of the throat of the world was like, it must be boring to live in once place for the duration of your existence on Nirn having only your fellow Monks to interact with which was why Rythus loved traversing Morrowind or through different parts of Tamriel when the job permitted. " I do hope those Nords will be more inclined to hospitality than last time when the great war raged on fervently, they hate Mer tenfold more than the average wolf that steals a sheep or the ravaging bandit clans. Hell they hate Mer more than the bloody forsworn".