Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20131112133018/@comment-24333443-20131224202455

Arendesth stepped into the Candlehearth Hall, muttering to himself.

"This is the worst city for elves," he said under his breath. He wouldn't be here if his horse hadn't died. He sold his furs and asked the innkeeper for rumors. She told him about people missing from Windhelm.

"Well," sighed Arendesth "It's work enough."

He went out of the city to track them.