Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150604111359/@comment-29461586-20150605112808

As the carriage approached Cyrodiil, the skies began to grow... un-natural. It was threatening...

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Meanwhile...

Lythe was humming a tune. She was cooking something for Azur.

They got out of the bath several minutes ago after they cleaned up. Both had their clothes back on.