Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131223012215

Jack poked his head in the door and frowned. Just as he has expected, it was empty. Cobwebs littered the various knooks and crannies in the house, and small green sprouts were pushing their way through the floor. A single hole in the roof let sunlight into the room. Jack looked around and spot something that made him freeze. A tattered black robe sat on the floor, and Jack immediately knew what it was.

"The Thalmor have been here." he pointed out, looking at room. Faded blood could be seen in the wood, and even some of the stones were a dull red. An Elven knife lay on the floor, curved and shining in the sunlight. "They must've tooken him some time ago," he observed, acknowledging the rust on the wicked dagger.

He cursed silently under his breath. He had given his word. He couldn't just go back on it, could he?