Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170317065536/@comment-2165692-20170321171350

(I don't think any of the Greybeards would actually care about it. What are they gonna do, walk to riften and tell a guard?)

Arngeir entered High Hrothgar followed by the group and Nazrei. The cold stone walls cast a darl shadow upon the entrance, the walls told of an age long forgotten, and the many Dragonborns that had passed through this hall, the floor beneath told of the feet of students and former masters of the Voice that had worn on the rock beneath over the many years since the first era. As Arngeir entered he whispered "Yol" the candles in the room lit themselves, it offered a mysterious warmth. Something to be longed after due to the cold of the mountain.

''This place has been here since sometime after the battle of red mountain. in the fifth cnetury of the first era. ''Nazrei thought.