Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620195216/@comment-3293219-20140621152504

(Welcome gome! ^.^)

Azarik didn't seem to be there, he hadn't returned since he'd left, several hours before.

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The wagon approached the burned out ruin of camp Alessia, even though it was a gutted, hollowed out ruin, which didn't hold a candle to its former glory, it still managed to seem more intimidating. Like anything that rose from the ashes, its decay made it even more intimidating.

A Dunmer, wearing Jaryl's coat over civilian clothes appeared to greet them, accompanied by several armed guards. He had short black hair and a clean shaven face and though he was quite young, he had a number of scars and rinkles that he had gained during his rough journey through life.

He smiled as he saw the wagon approaching, knowing that it was something good...