Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140920215822/@comment-10906938-20140922021738

Galadir had said his farewells to his brother the night before. By morning, there was no trace of Celanar.

The Thalmor had his trace. They had it on four seperate occasions, each ending with their top assassin (though the last one had been their fourth-best not a fortnight past) lying dead in some gutter. He had taken a lap around the continent, and may perhaps have ended up in the hills of Falkreath.

Galadir happily settled down again, really hoping there wasn't any more world-saving left in his career. He had told as much to the Imperials.