Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20190802233120/@comment-7262318-20190806195535

(The Next Day...)

The sun rose over the Ghost Sea, awakening every working Nord in the city and letting every other drunken nord in the street know that they had stayed up way too late. The sounds of smithing and labor filled the air almost immediately, the smell of fresh breakfast and mead to wash it down eminated from the inns and homes of Windhelm. Another beautiful day in Skyrim's crown jewel.

Vordel was already up, down in Candlethearth's dining hall and awaiting the others...