Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20131206013955

(@flame - okay)

Wyatt continued to walk around, the septims he left the house with itching for some mead. Oh, how he wished he could be drunk again, but vampirism kept him sober. When he could find no work the entire day doing anything, he sat on the docks and stared deeply into the dark blue waters. Wyatt began depressedly murmering to himself "If I hadn't enchanted this damn ring to underwater breathing, I think I'd consider drowning. There's nothing to do, and with Svenja, oh my beloved Svenja wounded outside Whiterun..." Wyatt felt tears rush to his eyes, ready to jump to the pores of his face and glide down, but held the tears in, wanting only something to make his time in Cyrodil worth while.