Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-11457306-20140323001349

(I think you did very well, Maxi.)

Anwen took the chain which Olaf had placed in her hand and held it up to examine it as she walked toward the Temple District. It looked very old. She'd initially thought it to be a token from a lover, but now she was sure she was wrong, for he would not have given it to her had it been such. The gems in it were gleaming as if they were new. She found the catch and pried it open, then looped it around her neck. Her golden locks were beginning to grow long again, recovering from the blast of flame which had singed them from her head. She lifted her chin and faced the direction of Skyrim for a moment, speaking a swift prayer to Talos, then continued upon her way.