Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5518614-20140815233818

Hrojj's horse whinnied in protest, its stomach empty. Hrojj's own stomach was empty, but he urged the horse onwards. He haden't had time to eat anything when he fled Markarth.

"OoooH! There once was a hero named Ragna.." Hrojj stopped singing. A man was walking towards him, wearing heavy armour. He quickly dismounted, and lead the horse by its reins.

"Hello! Are you friend or foe?" He couldn't trust anyone around here now, the entire hold must be buzzing with mercenaries spent to kill him after what happend to the Jarl's steward. And his wife.