Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131224092505/@comment-24141785-20131228161411

C'laro arrived in his hometown.

"Home." He whispered.

He jumped off the horse. He turned to Sancre.

"Get him some help. I'm going to go to the market." He muttered. He saw a familiar nord ahead.

"C'laro's here!" One khajiit shouted. Everyone turned to him. Hella ran over.

"Your alive!" She cried with happiness.

"I wouldn't die that easily..." C'laro smirked. "I didn't forget you maid."

"Your saying that like its a bad thing... Atleast I'm no lusty argonian maid." grinned Hella. "Your foster parents are here. There in that house over there." She pointed to the house.

"I'll see you later." C'laro smiled. He went over to the house and knocked on the door. The door soon opened.

"What do you want! C-c'l-laro?" The female nord stammered. She let C'laro in.

"Our son is home!" The nord cried with happiness.

"Please Hannah..." C'laro sighed. "You were always overprotected."

A male dunmer walks downstairs.

"Son!" The dunmer cries. He hugged him.

"Dad." C'laro murmered happily. "Its so good to see you."

"I'm so glad your alive! Ever since they attacked we missed you. Are you ok?" Hannah asked.