Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-25828117-20191116011426

Garran's wounds might've become scars, like so many others on his body, it still stung like oblivion and would probably continue to hurt for a few days, without Lysilde's advanced restoration magic to aid him.

Eventually night fell on the valley and the cold of a month named Frost Fall came with it.

Nyasia and those that decided to follow her were stuck on a narrow path in total darkness unless someone decided to bring lanterns. Lysilde's wasn't there to provide them with magelight either.

Meanwhile at the bottom, Helian shivered in a ball as he tried to find some way to lie down that didn't mean he was cold. The next day couldn't come soon enough.