Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131121201952/@comment-5735114-20131124130023

Tyranil had flown behind Corelas the whole way to the Imperial City, surprised he didn't even bother to take a horse of anything. It was beginning to get monotonous. But, at last, they had arrived. Tyranil was calmer now, his eyes no longer glowing and his magical armament back to its trademark pitch-black color. Now all he needed was for Corelas to lead him to the mind amulet. The College in Winterhold was a great alternative to kidnapping Thalmor agents for information. Just more boring.