Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-5543592-20140127230953

Daithi woke up underneath his bed with his arms wrapped around his armor, which was in a pile on top of him. He was definately unsure of how he got there, and was about to consider staging and investigation with the sole purpose of figuring out how he got underneath his bed, but decided it would be a waste of time. He pushed his armor off of himself and rolled out from underneath again. As he rose to his feet he took note of the sorry state of his leather outfit, which he wore to prevent the armor from chafing. He retrieved his pipe and his large sack of septims and headed out into a foggy Falkreath daybreak.

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