Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140323161524/@comment-3293219-20140401115125

As Maria had predicted, the group arrived to see the coastal city of Camlorn, just as the sun was setting over it. The sky had turned orange and darkened but the townsfolk were still quite active, trading, tending to their stalls and rounding up any stray livestock. The former city state wasn't as exciting or as lively as Daggerfall but one would have to be ignorant to say that it wasn't important, considering that one of its former priests was the Archtraitor himself, Jagar Tharn.

Still, this was a number of centuries ago now and the town had managed to slip into obscurity once more, with only a select few, who were alive at the time, to remember its importance...

The companionship entered through the main city gates, hoping to trade their salvage and/or get some rest.

Set hung back for a moment, checking out the stalls as he was still trying to sell the necklace but he doubted that he could get a good price for it here as the stall owners didn't exactly look like they were rolling in gold...

The Bosmer thought he'd try his luck anyway, he temporarily bid the others farewell and set off to the market getting it off of his hands before the store owners packed up for the night.

(I'll have to go for another hour at least. Sorry for shitty formatting but I'm using the 'super computer.')