Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-3293219-20140928152741

Robin puzzled away in their room, thinking about recent events. The Tribal knew that they would struggle to fit into this society, it was too different. There must be a society that's some half-way stage, between tribal and 'civilized' folk, some sort of middle ground. Robin had observed such people before, they were referred to as 'Hunters' but they only played at being 'savage' and they would often return home to a cozy cabin and a warm fire, fitting right back in with their civilized friends.

No, Robin would have to find something... closer than that, bandits perhaps? But Bandits were still 'civilized' more so than the Forswarn. Tribals... Tribal was quite a broad term, anyone could be labled as such, even Nords... Wasn't there a tribe of Nords?

Robin got up and approached their desk, sitting down on the chair and swivelling their skinny legs underneath the desk as they began to open their scrapbook, flicking through it frantically. Robin kept a book, containing several pages from other books, momentos of past adventures, stories, interesting leaves or flowers that the Breton had deemed worthy of preserving, etc...

They flicked on through until they found it, the Skaal of Solthstiem. If anyone would know how a tribal would intergrate with society, it would be them.

Rob slowly stood up and snapped their book shut before leaving, hopefully they could stow away on the next boat to Solthstiem and be in the Skaal village by this time tomorrow. They ran out of the room, completely forgetting about the damage done to the room as they sprinted through the streets, towards the harbour.