Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-5543592-20140127225601

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Daithi woke up underneath his bed, with his suit of armor plopped on top of him. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten there, but that mattered little now. Pushing the mithril gear off of himself, he rolled out from underneath the bed and rose to his feet. He cursed his tattered clothes and decided he'd head for the store later and get a new outfit or the like. He left the armor where it was sitting, and after grabbing his pouch of septims and his pipe, headed outside into a foggy Falkreath morning.

"There's nothing like the smell of graveyard in the morning!"