Name: Rassak Suujor<br/>Species: Argonian<br/>Age: 20<br/>Class: Crusader<br/>Sign: The Lady<br/><br/>Rassak Suujor, an argonian crusader, is wandering the Orange Road, heading towards Chorrol from Bruma. He just had finished a task or two up in Bruma for the fighter's guild and he had been directed to Chorrol. He shivers, groaning as he is freezing from all this cold, even the torch he is using to keep him warm does little to ease the freezing blight from his body. It's starting to increase in snowing, which is bad, very bad. He spots an inn, smiling some. "Thank all the Nine! An inn!" He says, quickly making his way to the inn, running so he doesn't lost sight of it! He puts out the torch in the snow before entering the inn, slamming the door shut behind him as he shudders and shakes the snow from his body and his armor.<br/><br/>"Thank the Nine that inns like this one exist!" He blurts out before he takes a look around the inn. He is clad in a full set of chainmail, top to toe. He have a steel shortsword and a steel shield. A second weapon hangs from under the shield, a steel mace incase he lost his sword for some reason. He sighs and walks over to the bald innkeeper and waves to him. "Excuse me sir... I need a room for the night, do you have any? A big snowstorm is coming aswell I saw. It's so thick you can barely see your hand before you anymore." The chainmail seems that of a standard type, so he is no guard from any nearby city.