Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-17114085-20150910235956

Two days later, Kyrnil had made camp south of Riverwood. He was nearly to Falkreath and after that he would make it to the Jerral Mountains. "I will be difficult to cross into Cyrodiil due to border control. The Imperials might now of me and I am sure they would not want a Nordic Half-God in their lands." He muttered to himself as his horse ate some grass nearby.

He had bought some supplies in Riverwood that would last him till Falkreath, so he wasn't too worried about running out of food.

As his horse neighed, and walked around the camp a bit. The Half-God started talking to it since he had nothing better to do. "So, horse. Does that grass taste good?" He asked.

The horse didn't reply, because he was a horse. It merely ignored the Nord.

Kyrnil sighed. "It would have been interesting if I inherited the ability to speak with animals from my mother. She is a Nature Goddess after all. Would make this trip more interesting."

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Bolyn and his group were still on their way to Mournhold. The Silt Strider made their journey a little faster than before and now they were almost near Ebonheart.

The Altmer kept bugging them the whole trip, which almost made Hlodala throw him off the Strider's back. Bolyn was able to contain her with Idros' help.

(Mournhold is hella far :P)