Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20160808192850/@comment-5735114-20160813161525

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” asked Garvut for what seemed to be the fiftieth time. He was holding a map in front of his face, intently focusing on a city that his companion had circled in charcoal before they’d left.

Frena glanced over at him, and tore the map out of his hands. “You were looking at it upside down, you idiot.”

Garvut wondered what difference it made since it was the same map anyways, but decided to drop it. “At least check the note again.”

The young Nord sighed, stopped, and pulled a small note that they’d found on a lone mage they’d killed earlier. It read:

To whom it may concern,

''The Mage College of Winterhold invites you to join us in out pursuit to keep magical literature safe for generations to come. As the only major magic institute in Tamriel, it is vital that the College can maintain and protect the tomes that have guided mages for ages. Due to your magical talent, the College seeks your aid in finding these lost tomes. Of course, you will be compensated with great knowledge and power. Come to Winterhold for further instruction.''

“Well?” Garvut asked after a moment.

Sighing, Frena responed, “We’re still going to Winterhold…” and pointed forwards, to snowy mountains in the distance, and with that they set off again.