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The torchlight faded behind them.

The road widened and soon they were passing through into a village. Bramwood was rather large, given its location and insignificance. There were two neat rows of buildings that followed the road on either side. At the road's middle, the rows broke and the buildings formed a town square in which a chapel sat. A chapel to Arlay, by the looks of it.

The rows continued on up until the edge of town, where the forest grew thick again. As they entered into the town a fog settled over them, a deep and complete mist. The sky was still obfuscated, now by clouds and haze, although it may have also been night.

People milled about town in the general sort of bustle one expects for tural Cyrosiil, moving between stores, haggling for wares or meals. There was a lively town inn halfway to the town square on their left.

"Is it always so dark?" Nyasia wondered, looking up at the sky. "I don't know if I could stand it."