Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-10906938-20140831192952

Galadir and Celanar arrived in Winterhold tired, sore, and chilled to the bone. Celanar handed off their horses as Galadir limped to the inn. As he pushed open the door, he scanned the common room. His face fell. He shuffled over to a table and hung his hooded head. He accepted the mug his brother gave and drank deeply.