Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140828185116

Myling walked in and around the market square. Her mainly interests was to purchase some healing potions she could have good use of in case the wraiths would attack her again during her travels in the wilderness.

''Maybe I should visit a priest or a mage as well? ''she thought. Someone who might be able to tell me just exactly why they are after me.

The market was full of life. She could see beggars scraping by to survive the day. Pickpockets earning their daily sum of gold using not all too honest methods. Vendors were calling out for customers to flock around their counters. She also noticed a young, sturdy Nord with a moustache, carrying batches of fish.

''That job looks like it clearly doesn't suit him. But then again we Nords were made for fighting, not carrying.''