Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30797179-20161221224412/@comment-30797179-20161222213744

Rieklings, the word stuck in Valyn's head. He was determined that he would see one. Reikling tribes, undead on the loose and a clan of his kin, Solstheim was sounding very well for Valyn. The other mer seemed not as excited, all accept for Ulvil, who was excited to see his home again.

Valyn finished up his duties and lay down in his bedroll, absorbing the heat from the fire. As the talk died down, they all slowly fell asleep. Nykos awoke Valyn soon after to watch the cave entrance, he did so painfully trying to stay awake. He glared out to the vast white pinnacles and mountaintops outside, they seemed never-ending. The snow storm had passeed, and only a light snow fell. When his shift was done, Valyn woke up Ulvil, who reluctantly took up the post by the entrance. Valyn laid back down and shut his eyes, slowly drifting off.

In the morning Valyn awoke to all the other companions getting up and slowly preparing themselves to make tracks. He shot up and rolled up his bedroll.

"I'll be sorry to leave this cave. It turns out we have lived to see the light of morning!" Nykos exclaimed.

"I'll second that, I expected to wake up in a goblin dungeon." Ulvil said.