Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-24449631-20140930121110

~The Next Morning~

Rowan had managed to make himself comfortable on a patch of moss, which doubled for his pillow and matress for the night.

Sure it wasn't like the soft feather-stuffed bed at home, but it surely was better than nothing.

He slowly opened his eyes as the morning sun painted the sky redish.

The wind which mostly accompanied the barren tundra of Whiterun blowing calmly over the dry grass.