Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-24449631-20140830095526

Luckily for Emarrel.

The South Rift was quite foggy. And the sun was kind of blocked out. Sure it was daylight, but it weren't exactly Alik'r desert weather either.

The rustling of leaves and whistling and chirping of birds filled the air, along with the calm sound of little waves of Lake Honrich ebbing against the shore.

Ahead of them was a roadsign (Pointing an arrow along the road: Ivarstead and Helgen. although it seemed someone had crossed Helgen off with a dagger.)

But also the latest of Imperial influence in the Rift. A cobblestone road heading west. Along Snow-Shod farm.