Hiatus

“Court intrigue, mostly.” she chuckled, “High Rock is all about its court dramas and who is going to assassinate who. That type of thing. I ventured into the wilds a bit and met a very unique looking Breton. He was part of the nomadic group of Bretons that road the steppes of High Rock, the Horse People. I was also taught how to summon a few undead using totems by my grandfather. It’s quite interesting. Were this little guy not here, I would show you. Wouldn’t want him getting jogged from his good time. C’mon, I’ll make us some tea in the cabin and I’ll tell you about High Rock and you can tell me what happened here while I was gone, hm?

“Eh. All tha’ fancy up-n’-up noble folk stuff, huh? Soun’s worse than Cyradiil. Thas why I only went tuh th’ balls and looked pretty. Let everyone else handle tha’ annoyin’ stuff. Not tha’ they’d let me into those meetin’s in th’ first place.”

"I've beena lil' busy. Haven' really kept up wit people as I prolly shoulda. Too bad 'bout Kria, tha monster sister of hers only seemed tuh stop trompin' round if 'er sister wus there tuh calm 'er down." His nose couldn't help but scrunch a bit. He never admitted he was afraid of the Nord, on top of just flat out not liking her attitude. But he felt a little bad. He wouldn't like not having Sings nearby.