Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31940900-20131209221432/@comment-5735114-20131210220157

Z'shal walked into the gates of Markarth, being led in by the remaining two guards. Huddled around the town square were around 10 or 15 people, expecting Z'shal's return. There appeared to have been a small battle lately, some of the survivors had fresh wounds, and the whole plac reeked of death even more than usual. After tending to their wounds, Z'shal left 20 fairly potent health potions behind, more than enough for the next two or three weeks to come. Walking out, Z'shal hit the roads again, now travelling west towards the new settlement. It was beggining to get dark, so Z'shal hurried his pace, hoping to arrive at the settlement by nightfall to get some rest. Travel during nighttime was treacherous.