Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8674030-20131101012358/@comment-14749621-20131103025000

Brandon, followed by Marcus, were walking over what used to be the green fields of Cyrodiil, now covered by meters and meters of ash. Marcus was complaining about the weather...

"Brandon, when are we stopping !? We've been walking for hours now, so I think a break would be good..."

"How about you stop complaining and continue to walk ? We're almost at the Imperial City...Hold on a little more..."

"Okay...But you're paying the mead !"