Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140605183252/@comment-25038310-20140608140802

Zandar slowly made his way out of the Arcane University in Cyrodiil. He was but a mere novice, and just finished observing some of the spells the apprentices used, and had a few conversations with his fellow novices. He made his way to the local inn, and took a seat at a table in the corner of the room. Patiently waiting for the simple cup of water he ordered. He grabbed a shet of paper from his pocket, stating his notes about the so called prophecy evryone was talking about. His friends at the Arcane university didn't know much about it either. He pondered over his notes as he pulled his hood abit more over his eyes and sighed.