Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131023215826/@comment-24075243-20131024031924

ChrisWolf84 wrote: After a while he closes his journal once again. His mind is focused on matters of the past. Of things that were lost. Of things that were found. Fastening the journal on its chain he reaches into his food sack and takes out a piece of bread. He tilts his head so that his hat would cover his face as he pulls down his mask. He takes a bite of the still warm bread and sighs deeply. "Just like the old times..." He whispers to himself as he takes another bite, savouring the taste he gives the rest to Ellie. "Cyrodiil..." He pulls his mask back up and leans back in the saddle. (I shall leave you with that. Time for the Gray Wolf to let the darkness loving arms embrace it and cradle it to sleep.)