Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180228012402/@comment-7262318-20180228020112

Night began to fade, and the sun began to rise. The forest came back to life with birds chirping, and the tribals moving up the ashes from last nights fire. It was a rather uneventful morning this time, with no skeleton or thalmor to disrupt their sleep. Food was being served down in the mead hall, ready for whoever to come by and take what they wanted.

It was tranquil. Peaceful. They knew it wouldn't last.