Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25293368-20140817125206/@comment-25293368-20140820201736

Markarth was becoming closer,  Antoine shot another arrow, completely missing the Falmer, and Ewing into the ground. "I hope we get there soon. This... is... unbearable..." Markarth grew in the distance, and the ground raced underneath them. "We're... almost there..."