Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30797179-20161221224412/@comment-30797453-20161221233804

Rythus muttered various obscenities to himself as he took off his hood, " two bloody days in that blizzard, I think I prefer the warmer climate back in Cheydinhal, at least there I didn't have to put up with wretched bears often" he snarled, rubbing his eyes before dumping his bag to the floor. Rythus's face bore scars riddled down the left side, one eye a milky white colour while the other was a deep red, his hair was long and went down to his shoulders which was of the colour black. Rythus took to one knee and began taking out his belongings from the bag, "Nykos, secure the entrance as I don't fancy being murdered by bandits or a home sick troll" he chuckled morbidly and slowly unsheathed his shortsword which was of Dwemer design, having been bought off a member of the Thieves guild in Riften decades back. "Last time I was here, I ended up sleeping in the Ayleid ruins of Sedor; what a night that was " Rythus smirked slightly before attending to the daily ritual of sharpening his blade almost methodically.