Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-24449631-20140727011026

Elise didn't unload a lot of her cargo, just the odd sleeping bag which was placed closely to the end of the cart.

She disliked violence, and had become a bit introvert after the ordeal with the followers of the fallen.

She quickly covered her cargo again as she walked across the carriage. She gently padded, Magie, her horse, and walked over to the guest house where she seemed to be expected to stay the night.

Quickly glancing back and calling out to whoever was willing to listen that she was about to retire for the night.

As she walked across the courtyard she noticed just how quiet it had gotten.

The cold air which oozed from the ghostly ship had all but completely decimated, the warm south-western cyrodiilic weather seemed to be returning. As Skingrad county's wine-country seemed to be restored, nightly crickets and all.

Before she entered the house she looked back, hoping that it would cross nobody's mind to check under the cover of her carriage. It was delicate equipement she would need,

in Hammerfell.