Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141110024940

"I didn't know until now," Ranwulf shrugged in answer before turning back to the priest. "No, I think that's all. Thank you for your time," he nodded.

"Happy to help," the priest answered as Ranwulf turned to the door. "May the Divines forever guide and protect you down the paths you walk."

And with that, Ranwulf led the mecenaries out of the room. As they filed out, a few of them noticed the Thalmor official from before sitting at a nearby table. When the last of the mercenaries stepped out, the Altmer rose to his feet and stepped into the priest's office without a word. Ranwulf and Veranwen both looked back at the closed door for a minute, but they forced themselves to move along, heading up the steps and out of the chapel without another word.

"Get your supplies from the inn if you don't have them already and meet us outside the gate. We're heading out for Skyrim as soon as possible," Ranwulf explained before he turned and set out for the gates. Veranwen followed close behind, her knapsack slung across her back and her staff in hand.