Dhern raised an eyebrow to the question considering his sword. He looked down to it and Looked back up to William. "It was a gift, from a close friend in Skyrim." His thoughts went back to the past when he had first received the blade. When he first started on his road of a holy warrior, Remembering watching the man as he hammered down on the heated ebony metal and his skill in creating the designs. "To be humorous, It was either Stalhrim imported from Solsthiem or Ebony, and well, Ebony holds together better." He gave a hearty chuckle. Thinking of a conversation to drift attention of his sword. "So anyone have any good tales?" He choose the simpilest question. But he would do anythign to keep conversation away from his past.

Shafts of moonlight burst through the spaces between the close-set buildings of Skingrad as the group make their way to the pub.

Unnoticed, a cloaked form appears in the midst of the adventurers.

"Do not return to that chapel, my friends. Do not interfere, and we will not have to kill you. You don't realize what you're getting into."

And just as quickly the shadow is gone.

Gurz stand where he is some what stunned, "What in the name of oblivion was that?", gurz looks at the group, who seem's stunned also, "What kind of freak pop's up and then disappears and says something like that?", gurz is curious about what just happened...

Dhern' paused the stranger was well strange for the most part, He didn't know what to think. "I don't know, Maybe some wacked skooma addict?" His only answer as he was puzzeled by the quick appearence.

OOC :Its set n Skingrad I learn't ah well thats what I get, edited all posts refering to the counts arms

IC
'Wait wasn't that the guy who was leaning against the altar when we were in the chapel? Gurz? you saw him didn't you?'

Whatever happened William was not going to loosen the grip on the sword his father made him until they were inside the inn and even then...

OOC Part II : Going out to tea soon (sisters birthday) will come back on soon, check edited time for when i left , dont miss me too much

Gurz looked at william, "Yeah it was the man at the alter", gurz looks around the street, "So where in oblivion are we supposed to go, the guy said we cant go back into the Chapel?", gurz sits on the street some what frustraited...

"Well I'm spooked," Angorion stated. "If it was the man at the altar, that would probably explain his weird behavior." He made sure his sheath was loosened before sitting down next to Gurz. After saying a spell of light, he suggested "Maybe we should keep heading towards the inn. We can decide on what to do over a mug of ale."

Gurz raises his head, looking over at Angorion, "Thats the best idea I've heard all day, lets go get drunk and find out what we should do next!", gurz hopped up quickly and started heading to the pub..

OOC: Yay! am back

IC:

'Ha, Orcs, reminds me of Groz.'
'Yes, they are quite similar, what do you think will happen now?'
'I have no idea, you're Me,why do you think I'd know?'
'I don't know, lets catch up with the others, talking to yourself makes Us walk slower.'
'Yeah alright.'

As he jogged to catch up with the others, William's mind was still racing about the sudden appearance of the "Altar Man".

'Soo.... guys which tavern should we go to? West Weald or Two Sisters?'

Gregor walked along the cobblestone road, the city of Skingrad looming in front of him, its city gates wide open with people coming and going. It had been a long, ardous joruney, to travel by foot from the Jerall moutains, to the west weald, the first time he had been into the southern parts of Tamreil. The nine had protected him on his travels, he was sure of it. He had only been attacked once, by two troublesome bandits, but with Talos strength, and Stendarrs mercy, he was able to overcome the bandits and disarm them, hopefuly setting them along the right path.

As he thought about his journey, he had walked through the gates, and made his immediate way towards the Chapel of Julianos, where the letter indicated he was supposed to go, and for personal reasons as well. He showed the Guard his letter, and walked into the temple. Approaching the altar in the middle, he ignored the robe clad man, and begain to prey to the nine in thanks for his safe travels.