Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-26103034-20150627193100

"Doesn't hurt to hope," muttered Calvus to himself, as he left Whiterun and entered the plains.

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''Here it is. The Stone City. Or was that Markarth? It doesn't matter. It's better than I expected. I guess they were lucky.''

The wind blew a thin layer of ash above the snow, dry and dusty. The once spectacular bridge was broken, huge chunks missing and patched up with old planks. A ship lay wrecked on it's side, half-way up the shore. A few Khajiit, probably turned away by the local Nords, were camped out inside. The wail of a baby cut through the howl of the wind and the chatter of the Khajiit. She started towards the city.