Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20131123201625/@comment-46.245.144.82-20131202150222

Kronvol was walking in whitrun. it wasnt much of a bigg city but he found the  smith.

Kronvol : are you gray-mane

Korlik : yes i am what shall it be ? a mace ? a sword? a-

Kronvol : a Katana...a Golden....dweamer..Nordic styled ...Katana...

Korlik....oh okey ...what metal shall i use  steel, moon stone, i-

Kronvol : use this ebony and dwemer metal....

Korlik : okey..come back tomorrow

Kronvol : ..oh and before i forget ..if you can encthant it

Korlik : oke-

Kronvol : and a man killed you fraind kiriil

Korlik : BY THE DOVHAS NO!!!

kronvol goes to the next inn and buys a room for 3 days

-thatdudewiththegun