Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140518011823/@comment-6006054-20140518215326

(Some time later...)

The cart was now just an hour and a half from Riften. Breldon was fast asleep in the cart, and Nahlgaaf had not slept at all.

The boat bobbed softly in Lake Honrich's waters. He watched it from the docks, then spoke to the man standing next to him. "Ahvulon fend lost daal naal nu. Til los grozein nust lost kosaan vahlukad. Waan hi los poltor naal un paal, fun niin vahzen praag wah further mein." He was always annoyed by the lack of tenses in the language, but it served the purpoes he needed. Any onlookers would find him using the language strange, but not as strange as if they knew what was being said.