Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190412232101/@comment-25828117-20190415232718

The young man took it and tried to do as much as possible through his own strength rather than with the help of a woman he didn't know.

Graicus could only roll his eyes and chuckle at Helian. He had no idea...

"Alright then."

The gladiator too got on his horse, Forta and led them down to the part of the river that was shallow enough for them to ford. Their feet weren't spared from the cold water though as it was still quite deep at places.

Eventually though they made it across the river and into Hjaalmarch hold. A sign mentioned a village to the south of them by the name of Rorikstead. They should be able to make it there before nightfall if they rode at a steady pace.

Graicus prayed to all nine divines that they would have an alchemist, or at least someone who could craft deep sleep potions.

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The ride through this warped version of Skyrim remained uneventful but it was nevertheless not entirely relaxing either. There were just certain things missing. Wind. Birds. Small aspects of Kynareth's creation that just seemed to have gone.

Graicus looked between Cade and Svieva for most of his time. Helian tried to avoid looking at Graicus, having reverted entirely to his former self, or seemed to at least.