Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140201191203

(Okay, I'm going to say that Kaizen's arrived at Windhelm now...)

Kaizen walked through the gates of Windhelm, he had been travelling for two days now. He wasted enough time eating, sleeping and recuperating on the first day but he felt that it was justified, considering that he had just come back from the dead.

The guards paid little mind to him, he looked like one of the dock workers, ragged and beaten down. These clothes were a lucky break...

The argonian's target was a Rolff Stone-Fist, an elderly nord man who spent his time drinking at the Candlehearth hall, the bigger and more impressive of the city's taverns. This should be easy...

The argonian stepped inside, getting a good whiff of everything that made Skyrim... boiled vegettables, cheesy belches, racism... inbreeding...

He pulled up a chair and awaited some service, he had little to no knowledge of the racial tensions in the city and so he sat for some time, wondering why no one would serve him. He cared little though as he was scanning everyone in the room. Trying to figure out which one of these currish lowlives was his target...