Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140115190842

Rashka gazed out over the Grazelands. It had been a long time since he had been to Vvardenfell. He never really felt comfortable out in the wilderness since cliff racers would swoop down upon him and roughen up his fur. The Dunmers had some sort of legend that Saint Jiub had driven every last one of those horrible creatures of the island. Not all of them it would seem... He could spot one just on the horizon.

He growled angrily at the sight and turned to Ertius. "Where are we supposed to go from here? If Rashka encounters so much as another cliff racer, he swears that he will choke himself to death on skooma!"