Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-25828117-20191015232102

Lysilde seemed unaware so far. Or she was pretending to be unaware. That was also a possibility. Who honestly knew with her.

The city gates were a large set of doors furnished from Valenwood oak. The land of the Bosmer was less then a hundred miles away after all.

Once inside, they came to a market place but curiously. Nobody was selling anything. There were people about, but they seemed to be in a hurry.