Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140104235319

(Then it shall be done.)

When Jack, who had napped for most of the ride, looked up again, night had fallen over the landscape of Cyrodiil. He looked out the window and saw that they had entered the swampy region of Blackwood. The night mist shrouded the swamp, preventing them from seeing more than a silhoutte of the gnarled marsh trees. Even the silvery moonlight could not pierce the thick fog that surrounded them, which made Jack skittish.

"Looks like we're here. We can either set up camp or I'll see if I can find us a place to rest in a more hospitable place. I've been told by some that there is an abandoned safehouse around here, we might be able to take up residence there if no one else has. It's your choice," he offered.