Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190209234759

Graicus did not like this. He had known for days now that it would be hard on him. Now that he was actually standing here, on the border, he almost felt like turning back, but he had to push on. He couldn't look weak in front of Cade either.

"This way..."

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The road went up again. Evening had come but the sun was nowhere to be found, hidden by a thick pack of clouds. The flora of Falkreath gave way to harsh sparseness and grey rock. A cold wind flew off the rocks making them the coldest they had ever felt since entering Skyrim, and there wasn't even any snow here. An icy mist lay over this land like death.

Graicus sat on Forta with his shoulders hunched and quiet.