Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140203005907

Makoru followed Torene and Anwen, not sure if Anwen would disapprove of him coming along or if she would disapprove of him leaving. Sometimes it was difficult to tell if he should tag along or not, but he followed anyways.

The Black Book finally opened, and with a flash of green light and a small whirlwind of floating script, Jack materialized in his room, looking haggard. He had spent nearly all night in the endless library, although he knew that spending long amounts of time in Apocrypha was bad for him. Still, he had his prize. A map of Skyrim was in his hand, and he knew where they were headed now, although it had been difficult to wrestle from the grasp of Mora's minions.

He quickly pulled on his tail coat and gathered his things, and poked his head out the door. He attempted to avoid conversation and eye contact as he stepped over to the innkeeper and bought a bowl of stew and some tea before he sat down, putting his map on the table and search for the fastest route to their situation.