Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140927163426/@comment-5824038-20141007185938

Sonja had been walking up the steps for what seemed like hours.

'Remind me again, why did I choose to make the pilgrimage? I'll tell you why I didn't - because of all the snow and ice. And the cold.'

Talking to herself often helped Sonja ignore the cold. She kept on walking, until the faints outline of High Hrothgar lay before her.

'Finally! It's been long enough!'

She walked towards the monastery, and sat down on the front step, getting out her hip flask of Colovian brandy.