Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140627212624/@comment-24735981-20140629004943

(Well den I'll start here.)

Silus Sat on the body of a dead Daedra, smoking a pipe and looking up at the sky. The anchor was gone, and he had yet to meet the heroes. This was, after all, quite the feat. Thinking the word "feat" immediately caused for him to stare at his feet, and he did so until he got up, and went in the direction of the madness pulling him ever closer to the fellowship.