Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-7347061-20140209061024

Criken harvested the hide from the Elk and got up. He had an aquantince in Windhelm who could "turn a dime into a dollar" (making something worth less worth more, if you know what I mean). "This'll sell nicely, after all they are in season." Criken thought to himself. He put the hide into a separate backpack which contained other hides, he walked out of the forrest and hopped on his horse to get to Windhelm before nightfall.