Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20161010215652/@comment-27025277-20161011222510

Varien and Saratia had arrived at the local tavern with carriages loaded with supplies and some meant for adequate transportation to the Morrowind border. They patiently awaited the arrival of the other members whom would journey with them into the unknowm.

"What do you think we will find out there?" Saratia asked Varien as their meals arrived.

"Nothing most likely. Ruins at best..." Varien stated before taking a bite from his venison. It wasn't that he was a pessimist, but rather he was a realist. He didn't expect to find anything after so much decimation over fifteen years