Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-7262318-20190806235533/@comment-5543592-20190808143924

(I am doing le time-skip because I wanted to give our heroes a random encounter)

The road between Windhelm and Dawnstar was snow laden, and thus slow going, as the horses had to trudge through it. It hadn't been cleared recently, the steady snowfall proved quite the nuisance. Smith, having pulled into the lead, was using the mountains as a guide, and knew more or less where Dawnstar lay beyond them.

He glanced behind them, at the lone, winding trail they'd cut, and then back to the front, noticing something he hadn't before. There was a wagon in the distance, off the road, apparently caught in the snowbank. Someone had tied a cloth him up on it, and it blew in the wind--a signal for assistence.

"Hold." Smith called out over his shoulder, trying to be heard over the cutting wind. He pointed to what he saw.