Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25293368-20140828083702/@comment-25418438-20140921060923

A Khajiit sat alone in the armory of Castle This one hates Skyrim, the land and people are too cold and icy, not like home where the sands and people are golden and always warm the Khajiit thought. He picked up his sword and sharpened it on a whetstone "Have no fear little bladey J'zah will make you as sharp as his claws and soon we will taste more elf and Breton blood" J'zah went back to sharpening his blade whilst blissfully humming the song Ragnar the Red.