Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140920215822/@comment-5543592-20140922023126

Emrey told tales of the group's journey, or was more forced to. A favorite one was when Dagon was crushed by the Crawler. Some of the nobles found it funny, which puzzled Emrey. When it happened to him it was most definately not funny. But he was sick of the city. Of these strangers that pretended to know him. He just wanted to be home with Brighid. Finally be able to settle down and start a family. He'd had enough excitement for a life time.

The diamond-edged blade had returned to his waist, found by Imperial soldiers when searching the Thalmor camp. He was quite relieved to have it back, although that would be the last time he wore it into combat. When he got home he'd hang it up somewhere, along with his armor.

His leg hadn't quite healed right and he was walking with a limp, which irritated Emrey, espically since it pained him. A healer had told him he might get chronic pain there for the rest of his life. Lee told her he didn't care, he was just glad to still have the leg.