Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-5583506-20160117220958

The Dunmer woman looked somewhat concerned and anxiously scratched her wrinkled forehead as if she was preparing herself to share some dire news.

"As... as some of you may know, our plans are to reach Cyrodiil within two or three months time. Only trouble is..." The elderly woman sighed heavily. "... our supplies have nearly run out. Now, I know what you must be thinking. And it's not the gatherers nor the hunters fault. There just hasn't been enough game here around lately. We have been in bad luck, and I haven't been too focused on the rationing."

She drew for breath. "If at least half of us are to survive the trip to Cyrodiil, especially the elderly, then we need to renew our supplies this very instant. Our journey begins in two days time, but with not enough food or water we will be forced to make a stop, and that's a risk we can't take."