Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-24449631-20140907205507

Rowan left Myling, she was resting. She needed it.

He wanted to see what had become of his city.

Quickly he opened the hatch, back to thier deserted house and walked outside.

The grey mist still covered the city. There was cheering but also exhaustion, bodies in the streets and bodies on charts being dragged to safety. City guards were pouring buckets of water on the last dying fires.

The air smelled dull. Such bleakness he had never known.

Rowan walked around. of course he suffered under all the pain he saw, but he was man/nord enough to keep it to himself.