Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-24449631-20140708180159

On the Silver Road...
If there one thing he kind of missed from Summerset, it was the fresh air.

Here, it just had that barely noticeably, but certainly present filthy taste to it.

Nature was still allowed to flourish in some places but obviously far less than on the Isles.

It was something Rowan started to notice more and more, now that he was once again in the Cyrodiilian countryside.

He never liked involving himself into politics or war, but now that he had been on Summerset, he could sort of place things into perspective. To him, it now seemed more than adequate that the High Elves wanted to protect their land.

Rowan shook his head, he didn’t want to linger any longer on those facts. He was closing in on Manja’s location anyways.

It seemed he was still fully resistant to the cold of the North as he ventured further down the Silver Road. At least Herma Mora didn’t take away all of his former self.

The Normer sighed.

“It should be here somewhere…”

