Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-6006054-20140831001202

Dalon's makeshift torch finally caught. It lasted about fifteen seconds before the still damp wood and snowfall extinguished it. Dalon threw the peice of wood into a snowbank. He looked back grimly observing his conspicous trail of footprints. He turned back, and saw a glimmer of light. Might be Winterhold. Might be a bandit's campfire too. He headed towards it.