Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170128001944/@comment-2165692-20170131220739

Nazrei looks at the road "Why are we stopping?" she then looks at Riverwood. (If you have a thing for this... I'm sorry, I'mma steal it.)

At the sight of the town Nazrei was shocked, the town was in flames, just ike helgen the most grotesque manslaughter had just passed the town. The Children who had miraculously survived were both with Gerdur on the outskirts she turned to see thr carriage, her expression said it all, no one had survived the massacre, nobody apart from them. From afar it was visible that someone or someTHING had set fire to the town, crushed walls, the inn, the trader and none of the houses remained intacts or even livable, nearby the upper half of Sven's body was laying, his lifeless eyes staring off into the distance straight through the carriage. The body of Faendal had been dragging itself away from the gates, but evident in the trail of blood following him, the blood loss got the better of him and sent him into the clutches of whatever afterlife would await him, his bow a few meters behind him. Gerdur walked up to the carriage, before they could talk, Nazrei asked "What the hell happened?"

"It was a dragon, but not the same as the one that attacked helgen. It tore the town to pieces." she said at the brink of a breakdown. "Faendal and Sven tried to protect us, everyone drew arms but... but..." Gerdur finally tore up, and spoke no more. Nazrei was reluctant to ask anything but then said "Where, did it go?"

Gerdur looked back at Nazrei and said simply "Whiterun"