Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20161130204537/@comment-26103034-20161215222244

The driver quickly realised that the Bosmer wasn't looking for conversation when he deflect most of the questions with as short answers as possible. Orchendor spent the first half of the carriage ride staring in front of him, ignoring the various bumps and twists in the ride. After a few hours, he lay down on the bench and started to sleep, catching up as best he could on the previous night's interruption. He left the carriage without a word and hopped down. He'd never been to Bruma, and only experienced snow a rare few times. (if you don't want it to be snowing, k) He approached the gates, hoping that the Nords there wouldn't be as racist as some claimed them to be.