Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20140101172633

( 1. Personally, I didn't really understand why we would be teleported there of all places. A city with an inn, sure, but a tomb? 2. Perhaps so, but the thing is, the Dragonborn could've cleared that tomb, but there's nothing saying he did. 3. In my defense, it was two in the morning. That said, it seemed a little more logical to stay in the inn, because: a) Just because the hunt is over does not mean there aren't wargs still running about. b) There were only two bedrolls available at the time. I was assuming people didn't want their characters sleeping in the dirt.)

Jack paced back and forth, trying to think of a good solution to the current predicament. In hopes that sunlight would clear his mind, he poked his head outside to discover that the night sky still hung over the landscape of Skyrim. He scowled and stepped outside, guesturing for the others to follow.

Makoru did not rest easily. Insomnia kept him from escaping to a much deserved rest, and it didn't soothe his nerves either. He knew his destination, and he knew the risks of rallying his allies. Not that knowing these things helped him catch some sleep. He worried about what would happen once this was over. He grew tired of only seeing Torene when he was rescuing or being rescued, sick of fighting against Cosimo and his elves, done with seeing innocent people die for reasons that seemed so... so... pointless. He held Torene close and tried to sleep, a weak attempt to soothe his worries for the night.

(Thank you, I do try to be unpredictable.)