Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-5735114-20131207155031

Tyranil's soldiers found no trace of the group in Windhelm or Riften, and there was little chance they stayed in Morrowind, leaving Tyranil to rely on those in Whiterun. Those three were spread apart the city by now, looking for traces of the chaos their foes spread. The one in the Bannered Mare was in a shadow behind the bar, intently listening. It watched as a Nord in steel armor walked up to the barkeeper. "Heard any rumors lately?" "This isn't much, but I've heard that there's some evil being in Falkreath. A little boy ran all the way to Whiterun crying and yelling about it..." Tyranil swiftly stood up, and walked out of his volcanic lair. It wasn't much, but evil beings tend to show up at the same time Nish and his friends do. Teleporting to a safe enough distance from Falkreath, Tyranil scanned the town. It looked more or less normal, apart from a few missing guards.