Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131221051803

Claudius was asleep before he hit the pillow, perfectly at home in the culture of Cyrodiil. Jack slid into his room and closed the door, and finally settled in, but was unable to sleep. Ever since the time he had spent in Apocypha, it became harder and harder to leave thats gods forsaken place. Something kept drawing him back.

He didn't have time to think about it much longer, however, as he fell asleep shortly, the rest of his body betraying his overthinking mind into the blissful oblivion of a well-deserved rest.