Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140714131430/@comment-10197675-20140815114942

(This is basically a time skip from my previous post with these two, there now in the depths of a forest in Cyrodiil settling down by the side of a fire, whilst night comes.)

Meanwhile…

Wolfsgaurd gradually made his way back towards the glowing fire carrying a couple of sticks with him. The sky above was dark, as night started settling in, Bradriel was lying down next to the fire slowly falling asleep as Wolfsgaurd carefully placed the sticks upon the fire, causing a crackle and a pop, more bright flames then erupted from the small fire. And as more heat arrayed from the fire the Nord sat down next to the Breton leaning against a tree stump. The Nord gazed into the fire, being in a forest reminded him of his youthful days, when he was more savage and not so civilized, plus there was the fact he had been brought up by a pack of wolves...