Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24438639-20140204025122/@comment-25553763-20140210214015

As their cart made its way to Falkreath, Farken stared out to the landscape of Skyrim. I have been away for far too long, he thought. Compared to the ash-covered wateland of Solstheim, Skyrim was like paradise. As they passed Whiterun, he could see Jorrvaskr in the distance. Suddenly he realized that the Companions must have gone feral too. Whiterun had probably lost most of its inhabitants. Farken's stream of thoughts turned to another matter. He asked Olaf "Olaf, Kodlak managed to cure himself, but how are we going to cure so many werewolves? It was hard enough to cure one, and we are trying to cure thousands."