Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131023215826/@comment-24075243-20131024115738

Paying no heed to the commotion he places a hand on Coranas shoulder. He knew from her tales what Falkreath meant to her. He proceeds and enters his room where he takes off his satchels and tool belts. As well as the belt holding his journal and hangs it on the ege of a bed. He then makes sure the door to the room is closed, not fully, but enough to hear and see the common room. He takes off his long coat and hangs it over the beds end where the rest of his things were. He then sits down on a chair. He takes off his hat and puts it on the bed, pulling down his mask and lastly takes off his gloves. He runs a hand across his face, thinking of the time he had found Corana that day at Blackreach. He turns the chair around so his back is facing the door, he leans back and closes his eyes. "Corana..." He whispers to himself as he slowly falls asleep.