Morbidbread
Fight for the lost
Even after the rest of his companions had gone to their rooms, Thoras remained, lost in his thoughts. Despite the cheerful, mischievous face he showed the others, it was the first time since his capture, years ago, that he'd joined a group of adventurers. He feared that this expedition would end in failure, just as it had before. A foolish fear, of course. The circumstances were nothing like that of the last time. With a sigh, the eccentric dark elf drained his goblet of wine, and dropped an additional handful of septims into the hands of the serving girl and the innkeeper, on top of the cost of his room.
The following day, everyone appeared to be more reserved, either having breakfast or quietly leaving the premises. The early morning chill crept into the inn as the hearth died to little more than embers. After a quick bite to eat, Thoras was summoned, along with the others, by the imperial. Once outside, he joined the others in gathering around a rugged stormcloak soldiers, who issued plain silver trinkets to the group, claiming they'd prevent disease. Thoras flicked his into the air, before catching it and secreting it away inside his coat. The imperial woman, wearing a single leather outfit with blue-coloured armour pieces over it, gave a short history lesson about their destination. "Sounds like a lovely place. Shall we depart?" He approached the woman who'd spoken. "Thoras Lorian, at your service," he bowed deeply, sweeping one arm out behind him. "You seem very knowledgeable of a land that, unless I'm mistaken, is not your homeland."
The following day, everyone appeared to be more reserved, either having breakfast or quietly leaving the premises. The early morning chill crept into the inn as the hearth died to little more than embers. After a quick bite to eat, Thoras was summoned, along with the others, by the imperial. Once outside, he joined the others in gathering around a rugged stormcloak soldiers, who issued plain silver trinkets to the group, claiming they'd prevent disease. Thoras flicked his into the air, before catching it and secreting it away inside his coat. The imperial woman, wearing a single leather outfit with blue-coloured armour pieces over it, gave a short history lesson about their destination. "Sounds like a lovely place. Shall we depart?" He approached the woman who'd spoken. "Thoras Lorian, at your service," he bowed deeply, sweeping one arm out behind him. "You seem very knowledgeable of a land that, unless I'm mistaken, is not your homeland."