Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-24449631-20141007101801

The next morning, a very strong fog had descended on Morthal, as if even the gods were trying to hide something within.

Then again, march fog isn't all that special all through Hjaalmarch, but today's seemed to be especially thick. It almost felt like they went through the walls of the few houses dotted around the moorside.

Speaking of moorside, at the Moorside inn, Rowan had woken up and as always finished breakfast before Myling joined him. In earlier days of their trip, he always used to waited for her, and then ask the kinswoman if she's like to join breakfast him. But she always said she wasn't that hungry.

So Rowan had just given up all together.

As Myling entered the meadhall,

Rowan was just wiping the last remnants of peppered boiled egg off his plate with a piece of bread.