Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-24449631-20140914161909

(I'll put some more variety in my Nordic swearing next time. :D)

"Ok."

He nodded at Elrindir, who seemed to agree with their plan of getting out of there, godspeed.

Then the Nords peaked out of the door, the sky was goldish and cloudy. It was warm, as warm Skyrim could get and there was moist in the air. Could rain any time.

The streets of whiterun were still as desolate and unliving as yesterday. Only a few guards in those weird uniforms patrolling.

"Wait untill they walk passed." Rowan told Myling who leaned out from under him.