Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20131112133018/@comment-3293219-20131127115906

(Time to get this baby moving again!)

A courier arrived at the inn in Dawnstar with a letter that was to be delivered to a 'Caleb.'

It was odd that he was told to deliver to an inn of all things, perhaps he was a lodger? The courier didn't care...

He entered the Windpeak inn and made his way over to the counter, a middle aged nord stood behind the counter, he seemed bored which was never a good sign.


 * Ahem...* The courier interrupted, clearing his throat.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking for a dunmer who goes by the name of 'Caleb." The courier explained, his eyes darting around the room.

"You haven't been looking very hard, he hasn't left his room in six months..." Thoring grunted, slipping him a key.

"Than-" The courier was cut off when Thoring grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.

"Don't talk to him, leave the letter and get out." Thoring added through gritted teeth.

The courier didn't know if he should take this as a warning or a threat, was Caleb dangerous?

It didn't matter... he had to deliver a letter.

The courier went over to Caleb's room and knocked, before enterring.

Caleb didn't respond, ''is he sleeping? Writing at his desk?''

The courier opened the door, if he was sleeping, he would just leave the letter and go.

The courier was taken back by the scene of the room, the desk, bed and chairs had all been moved and pressed against the wall. Leaving a single chair in the center of the room, where Caleb sat, emotionless and unmoving. He looked like a corpse and his room resembled a torture chamber.

"I have... something to deliver." The courier announced, "your eyes only."

Caleb didn't even glance at the courier, as if he wasn't there.

The courier, incredibly creeped out, left the letter on the desk. There was just enough room as a chair had occupied most of the desk's surface.

With that he shut the door and got the hell out of there.