Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-10197675-20140419170055

Meanwhile in Ravon Rock...

Nerandur slowly made his way towards his home the pain within his wrist was becoming increasingly worse and the Dunmer was struggling to cope with the injury. And as he edged his way nearer towards home he thought about what had happened deep within the mine and who this Redguard really was, questions arrised that needed answers, but Nerandur did not know where the answers could be found.

The Dunmer finally made his way into the small shack where he lived, but the familiar smell of food cooking could not be smelt, for his mother was not inside the house and at this time of day that was strange for her. Nerandur sat down in a chair clenching his broken wrist and with no way of heeling it, he sat there in deep agony waiting and hoping for his mother to return.