Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-6006054-20141022020324

Uvaryl staggered off slowly to the room he had been sleeping in. His right arm hung limply at his side and he debated seeing a healer about his shoulder. He decided he probably would in the morning. The bosmer probably had enough of their injured kin to take care of tonight, and he didn't want them to prioritize a foreign mercenary over their own people.