Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140601175815/@comment-3293219-20140602204631

Jaryl smiled and stepped back, looking over to his room, to make sure that his stuff was ready.

He had picked out the nicest shirt he could find in the wardrobe and the nicest pair of pants to match. Black pants with a white shirt, to be tradtional.

"Well, don't sound too desperate or you'll probably scare him off." Jaryl laughed rubbing the young Bosmer on the arm.

"But yeah, that sounds... nice... He's lucky, havin' someone waitin' for him."

He then heard the sound of furniture being moved...

"Speakin' of which... I gotta get dressed." He turned away and entered his room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Aerin? I can't see Isis, 'till the weddin', it's like... bad luck and shit, so I need you to stand guard, so that I don't walk out and bump into her."