Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161012204049/@comment-24123288-20161012205255

(Hah...finally!)

Zaydate sighed softly, her arms folded as she peered out, into the beginning of the swamps. The group were ankle deep in muggy, grimy water.

Hope they have enough potions...

Over the past two and a half years, getting through the rest of Morrowind had been exceedingly tough. Patrols were everywhere and Fire Demons strolled freely through the ashy wastes. It had been a tough journey, but they finally made it.

"Talin..." She muttered, as she turned to face him. She looked terrible, Namiras disease spreading so far, that one of her eyes had even gone an eerie milky white colour.

"There is one very thin track, that will take us to Stormhold. It will barely take us an hour, but I am...worried..."

Meanwhile, Miri had grown rather quiet. The constant fighting was fun, sure, but Faldras' words still played on her mind.

Do other folk hate me too...