Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24449631-20140223124750

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Rowan thanked the clothier and left the Silver Cloth tailor. Pretty pleased with his new clothes. They fitted like a glove. It wasn't too posh, but he didn't look poor either, so all around pretty good. He also had some leather pads and protection along with his Family heirloom bracelets of Geldwin

The fog had only gotten thicker since when he had entered and the city was hidden in between it.

The chapel however held it's shadow strong and was visable from every point of the city still. Luckely it was also the place the Autumn-Arrow needed to go. So he followed the river banks again, to the old bridge that now had some stone supports under it. A wooden bridge can't stay the same for ever now can it. Windhelm's bridge found that out the hard way, or so he read somewhere. It once was a wooden bridge connecting the City with the outer world, when It was still a semi-fort, gods... that must have been in the 2nd era or something.

Anyways, the bridge of Cheydinhal, still seemed to hold. it only creaked a bit when Rowan walked over, and it had a sign next to it:

maximum two persons at the same time on the bridge!

Once up and over, Rowan made his way too the chapel. again, dodging some loose stones. Rowan looked at a house close to the Chapel, it seemed hit the most by the war, the glass of the windows was broken and the door was blown away.

Wouldn't want to be the man who lived there...

Rowan thought as he walked the steps of the Chapel and entered.

Once inside he saw the commotion inside. But that didn't stop him from calling out for Veneficus,

"Excuse me! Is Veneficus here?"