Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151024172147/@comment-5543592-20151026225448

The Dunmer continued onward holding her close, shivering. The cold was finally getting to him, and he was beginning to realise what a mistake it was to come out here so poorly equipped. Still, Windhelm was a short distance away. He had nothing to fear. When he saw the lights of the city he stopped, and dropped to his knees again. Teeth chattering, and arms trembling with exhaustion, he pulled his hood from the back of his armor- cowl, chitin helmet, goggles, and all, and pulled it over Hawke's head. He decided it would protect her extremities from the elements, and would hide her face when they entered the city again.

Scire struggled to his feet again, grunting as he felt his thighs strain in protest, but managed to not drop her.