Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140731052052/@comment-5518614-20140817041017

"I heard that you know Corentin. And no, im not ok," Wyeta says, still annoyed, "I just want to get back my stuff, but were spending so much time talking. It's almost night time, so maybe we should just stay here for now."

Wyeta thinks back to the last time she had been in skyrim. It had been so cold a winter, that she once fell asleep in a cave in the woods, and woke up to find that she was sealed in by a pile of snow. She spent the rest of the day trying to dig herself out. It was tiresome. and whenever she had cleared some away, more slid down. Just as the day was ending and it began to get dark, an earthquake had struck. Panicked, she had jump into the pile of snow as the roof caved in. After struggling upwards to the top of the pile, she found that the earthquake opened a buired ancient nord crypt. She found, after killing a few draugr along the way, a strange wall with weird runes carved into it. That had been an interesting day.