Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-6006054-20141029023708

Uvaryl arrived in Falkreath, three months out from Valenwood. He was quite a sight walking into the town, a dunmeri ashlander clad in a battered and worn bonemold cuirass. He stopped only to buy supplies, and after doing so he pulled a tattered and creased shred of paper from a pouch, along with an equally worn map. After consulting them in the street for a few seconds, he folded them back up and continued on his journey.