Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140605183252/@comment-5543592-20140608185313

(Nevermind, Imperial City.  I don't know jackshit about High Rock.)

Eogan entered the Tiber Septim inn in the Imperial City. Checking his coin purse, and realizing he was once again dirt poor, he decided that perhaps he would have to sleep somewhere outside. Not before, however, he finished mulling over an important document he looted from a Thalmor squadron that tried to kill him for being a freak. Eogan couldn't read well, but he could make out several details involving a Dragonborn, something about racing, and Nirn. He sat down at a table and began to read the crinkled document.