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Graicus just gave an incredulous stare at that response before flicking his reins and kicking Forta along.

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They rode down now,  towards the Whiterun fields. Perhaps the least mountainous region of Skyrim, tied only with The Rift. Eventually they came into view at the crossroads where they would turn west. Snow had fallen hear and there, covering the rugged brown-orange fields here and there. The wind was especially cruel here.

"The Reach is just beyond that rise there." Graicus pointed. His face like a stone now. Whatever he was thinking, it wasn't showing.