Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-12599067-20141107030615

As the sky over the Jeralls changed from blue to cloudy gray and gradually to a scarlet shade, the group drew closer and closer to the city of Bruma. Finally, as the sun sank to the point where only the very top of it could be seen over the towering mountains, the group could see the walls of Bruma ahead. Ranwulf let out a barely audible sigh of relief and brought the group up to the towering gates. The guards eyed the group suspiciously but did not trouble them, which allowed Ranwulf to simply lead the group into the city without incident.

The moment they stepped through the gates, all of the party immediately saw the difference between Bruma and the other towns of Cyrodiil. The homes of Bruma were all fashioned in the style of the Nordic cities of Skyrim, but had traces of Imperial-Nibenese architecture, as did the walls, streets, and the towering building that had at one time been the greatest chapel to Talos throughout the Empire. They were able to take this all in within a few moments as Ranwulf led them to the nearest inn, a small but cozy-looking place called "Olav's Tap and Tack". Ranwulf stayed behind to leave the door open and ushered them inside, where they were greeted with a wave of heat coming from a roaring hearth on the left-hand side of the room. Right in front of them stood a bar where an innkeeper sat, who only had a brief moment to wave them in with a somewhat weary smile before he was handing off a bottle of mead to a barmaid, who promptly took off in the direction of a pair of Redguard men at a nearby table.

"Come in, come in!" the innkeeper said over his shoulder, as he was currently liberating more bottles from under the counter. "You here for rooms, drinks, or both?"

(More in a moment.)