Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-25479322-20141002024130

Galathil went out and looked at Celia's fine steed. He spoke.

"While you're nice steed, i'm afraid I have my own."

He petted the horse but went onto his own horse.

"We are going to Winterhold, Fedril."

And with those words his horse ran, ran to the east, to Winterhold.