Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150827123016/@comment-26446054-20150829173805

Cyrnin eventually reached the gates of Bruma, with the sun beaming down on him and burning his head, a wave of sweat attacking his face. However, it'd be far too cold to rest properly now. With a glance at the guards standing at the gate, he entered and searched for an inn or tavern of some kind to rest in.