Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-6006054-20141022023140

Uvaryl, once he was in his room, practically tore his bonemold cuirass off, wincing at the pain. The thin shirt he wore beneath his armor was soaked with blood and sweat. He tore the garment into shreds, and bandaged his wounds. He cast a very weak heal spell on his shoulder, using the only piece of magical knowledge he possesed. After removing the rest of his armor he wondered idly if the bosmer made shirts in his size, as he would definitely need a new one.