Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24449631-20140217191344

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Boreau had been walked the entire day, and arrived at cheydinhal. When the sun was about to make it's descent back to Azura's realm, or so the Dark Elves would say.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the thornshield insignia on the Gates. To his surprise It wasn't at all industrialised. More like, destroyed. Sections of the upperwalls had fallen down and rubble lay outside of the walls, and hadden been moved ever since. Boreau walked inside the city. It was pretty quaint inside the walls. Most of the houses hadn't suffered from that fight between Vivec's forces and the Imperial Legion. It was mostly the military structures and towers, probably because it wasn't a raid, neither side was aiming to destroy the city. And good that they didn't. Boreau could see how someone could fall in love with the city of Art. it actually reminded him a lot of Highrock's buildings. The plaster and wood technique was also very common there. Only here the roofs seemed to be made from purple scale. A building material favoured by West Morrowind's builders. And still in good condition considering it was more than 300 years old. Maybe even older.

Now that Boreau had finally reached Cheydinhal it became time for step two:

Ask around for any Bretons in town.

Boreau repeated to himself. Luckely he wasn't a shy person, and found it easy adressing strangers. Question is, does Cheydinhal?

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Boreau walked over to a guard. They mostly know what happens around town. It seemed like a good place to start. Boreau thought that, it would be pretty hard finding the heir. Maybe he. or She had already packed up and left Cheydinhal because of the war. Who knows...

As he approached the man:

"Excuse me sir."

The guard looked up. He had been dozing off while he was leaning against his spear. When Boreau called him, he pretended that he wasn't and stoop up straight immediatly. Eyes half open.

"Eum, yes? citizen" -yawn-

"I was hoping you could help me find someone."

The guard stretched his arms

"hmmmyes?"

"A Breton, like me. Residing here in Cheydinhal."

"A Breton ey? ..."

"..."

"That's it? No further description than that? What does he look like? no?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know myself. However I was told to find a Breton in Cheydinhal. Is there anyone who fits that, and I do apologise for it, broad profile."

"Well..."

He scratched his bum now

Boreau rolled his eyes. His etiquette didn't allow for that.

"There's Mikasa..." It was the only name the guard could think of.

"Mikasa?"

"Yeah, although I haven't seen her around lately. Lives in a house near the chapel with an Imperial... Petra I think. yeah Petra..."

Boreau's eyes started to glimmer with glee. This saved him a lot of work. The guard however continued.

"She's a sweet girl... Has a mean left hook though."

He touched his cheek slightly.

Boreau didn't even want to dwell on that.

"So it's this way?" He asked him for reassurance.

"Yes, follow the road. Go over the bridge and follow the path. It'll be the first house across the Chapel steps."

He obviously didn't know it was destoyed mostly by the Penitus Oculatus a few days ago.

"Thanks again"

Boreau thanked the man and followed his Directions word for word.

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It should be here.

He came face to face with the destoyed building. it's windows had been blown out and the door was gone.

Boreau's heart sank. But he wasn't going to draw conclusions from this alone. So he looked around. No one was really watching. And walked inside.