Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-5543592-20190820213343

Smith said nothing.

The sky was a clear blue as they rode west. To their right, down a ravine, the White River frothed and bubbled. The air was crisp, and biting. A gentle breeze came down the mountain to their left, sending a not unpleasant chill down their backs. The mountain itself was severe, its walls covered in boulders and crags, unassailable. And the road passed between.

A hawk cried overhead.

Up ahead, the road bent around the mountain, before it continued east. The city of Whiterun would be in sight soon.