Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140615080921/@comment-12599067-20140619043011

Zylnaz' party, which had crossed over into Skyrim via the Pale Pass some time ago, were now marching onwards through Falkreath under the cover of night, although so far their journey had been quite boring. Save for the occasional chance to slay something unlucky enough to be travelling the same road as them, they'd been doing nothing but travelling all day long, and Zylnaz refused to let them stop for anything. Not that hunger really bothered them, anyways.

As the mountainous pine forests began turning smoothing out into flatter terrain, the Dremora increased their pace, knowing they were drawing closer to their destination and would have to hurry if they wanted to catch their quarry off-guard.