Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26863727-20151120211301/@comment-10197675-20151122172755

Traversing across the far northern landscape of Cyrodiil with a deer hide tossed over her back, Amaria decided that it was time to make her way back over the Mountains upon the Pale Pass to return from her hunt to Falkreath Hold. Therefore, the Elf packed the hide into her knapsack before making way for the Mountains in the north. The night was cold and the moon was lit, Maria jogged to keep herself warm, but she knew that the cold would defiantly hit her higher in the mountains, therefore the Dunmer prepared a torch, not only to light the way but to also provide that extra bit of heat that the elf desperately needed. Gradually she made her way over the rugged mountains, witnessing the beauty of the Vistas of northern Tamreil, whilst running high upon the trail not seeing a single soul on her way across the desolate path.

As dawn started to near Amaria passed into Skyrim and made her way back down the mountains and into Falkreath, where she would head to the Hold to meet Wohlgbeard to return the animal skins and meat she had gathered.