Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-24123288-20160117213345

Lucia leaned against the tree trunk from the branch she was sat in. Her leg dangled in the air and she was comfortable. Tomorrow, she would go out and gather as much furs and food she could carry. The trip to Cyrodiil was always a long one, and she had to make sure the others made it with as few death as possible..