Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131124143109/@comment-12599067-20131126033400

Makoru sat on the dock and sharpened Bloodharvest, humming the Bosmeri sleeping song to himself all the while. After a few moments he stood up and twirled the sword, which gleamed like a sliver of pure midnight in the daylight.

Meanwhile, Mordecai was perusing through some quality foods and produce, picking up ash yams and unique ales along the way.