Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606235802/@comment-3293219-20140607214904

Nepht watched from her bed as she saw a glow on the horrizon, a red beacon, sitting on top of the White-Gold Tower.

"What's that?" She asked, turning back to Manja, who was sat in her armchair, reading a book.

The Nord got up and wandered over to the window to see for herself, she frowned, instantly forgetting about Nepht's question as she folded her arms and tried to think of another, rational explaination.

"Manja?" Nepht asked again, getting her attention. The Dunmer hadn't said much over the course of the evening, though she didn't seem anywhere near as depressed as she was six months ago, due to the support that she recieved from Manja she still seemed incredibly down.

"It's war Nepht..." The Nord replied, turning to face her, with a frown of anxiety.

"And its coming, this way...."