Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140609203131/@comment-24530992-20140610214149

Vaniel walked through the densely populated city of Whiterun. It was night time, and he hasn't reached a city in days. He clutched his staff so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A small family, consisting of a man, woman, and a young child walked down the thin path surrounding the tree. He tapped the man's shoulder, and his sharp green eyes hacked into his memories, stealing the least needed ones. He proceeded to do so with the child and mother, and once he had done so, he had only quenched half of his hunger for memories.