Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140605183252/@comment-25038310-20140609135806

Zandar yawned and looked around. the Inn was empty, and not as full as it was in the evening, as always. He wondered what the leaders of the Covenant, the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire were doing in these times.

"3 years.." He muttered to himself.

Three years and then the prophecy would come true, it was said.

"We're in danger once again.. and this time there's no Dragonborn to save us." He sighed.

" A new race... Or maybe an old one coming to power? " He asked himself.

Zandar stood up and walked outside, telling the inn keeper if he sees the Breton, to redirect him to Zandar. The Breton still had the important letter and Zandar wasn't done reading it. Maybe he could get some info from this that isn't known to others. He wondered still where the Breton got the paper, and distrusted him rightly for that. He hurried off to the Arcane University and went to the Library, delving into piles of books and looking for something new.

After long searching he made a list of all the known races of  Tamriel.

" Perhaps the Elves could be a new race, since they're so full of themselves and claiming to be originated of gods or somethin' .. But the races of Men cannot be underestimated either. The beast races, as the Elves like to refer to us and the lizard people, could maybe be it..."

He sighed. He was no step closer to the solving of this. He scurried back on his way to the inn, displeased.