Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181023230058/@comment-7262318-20181025174217

Alvoran sighed and went to subdue the blood hungry guards. “What happened to them?” He grunted as drove his sword through one of the guards shoulders before elbowing him in the nose. “Did Virde do this?”

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“Ah, Whiterun... the welcoming city,” She reflected, skating across one section of frozen stones. It was obvious she had traversed this place before. “Nice little place, if not unremarkable...”

As she led them further and further into the city, the atmosphere seemed to shift. They were approaching the grey quarter, where the fires burning became more necessity than a luxury. Shanty wooden shacks and dirty bed rolls littered the street in front of them. “See how they put all the nice stuff at the gate? Utter deception, it is...” Shrava said almost bitterly. “If there’s one thing Nords like to do more than bragging, it deceiving themselves...”