Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190217022144/@comment-7262318-20190217220203

The temple was where they had left it. At the top of the long-winding spire. Night had fallen on the city of Markarth, but the forge was still alive with people working and working. The food had long since gone, and so were the people that had brought them out. Graicus and Cade could see, at the mouth of Cidnha Mine, a few reachmen moving out of the cave, heading for the city gates. No one made any effort to stop them.

The Forsworn were on the retreat, it seemed.

"Yeeeeen?!" Alvoran called out again. He was truly beginning to get worried now.

"Another decree of your order?" Shrava asked.