Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-17114085-20181203170650

"Come along then." Jof waved. "Let's head to the Longhouse. I'm sure they will have more information for us there."

He set his mug down and began walking out of the mead hall.

"If you die I'm taking your room." Hugaldr jested.

"You'll need to make Shield-Brother first." Jofrodr played along while he waited for Reyl to follow.

The old merchant grunted angrily at the mention of Cyrodiil, he clearly had a dislike for the place. "A good thing you got out of there, friend."

"A dragon? Aye, I heard the rumors. Folk in Yorgrim were saying they saw one flying in the wilderness south of town a few days ago. Though you shouldn't believe everything you hear. Last time a real dragon was sighted was when I was still a lad, not a hint of gray in my hair." He said.

They were coming up on the town, Kane could see it up ahead past the snowy hills. Yorgrim was located on a good place, close to the sea and on rather plain lands. It made the place a good fishing and farming spot in the warmer months, but due to being this far north the winters were quite harsh. At this time a year the farms were covered in snow and the shore in ice. Most citizens were staying in their homes, hardly venturing out unless it was for something important.

"If you plan on going after that dragon, you should ask around town for more information. Though I wouldn't recommend it, those things are dangerous. Only a Tongue can kill a dragon, which an outlander like you surely isn't. You're likely to just get eaten." The merchant warned.

The area near the mountains was quite cold this time a year. If Tiskr wanted to keep from freezing to death he would need to build a campfire or find some shelter. No telling how long he would be waiting there and nighttime in the icy wilderness would be the death of him.