Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191230031140/@comment-7262318-20200102185542

"Aye, that's the spirit!" Denon smirked. "C'mon..."

Having finished their breakfast, the group traveled down the streets of Markarth and towards the stables outside the city. As they went, they passed by the outside of the museum, where armed guards had marked the area off and were busy cleaning up the cracked debris and scrapped automatons from the battle yesterday. There was not much of a crowd to watch, as the guards had been quickly dispatching any spectators and sending them back home.

Down by the Stables, Kazrris was getting his horse ready, a sour look on his face.