Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190519152545/@comment-7262318-20190628202410

Let's make this the last timeskip for a while, aye?

Windhelm. The capital city of the Nordic way of life. Sure, Solitude had the official title of Skyrim's capital, but every man and woman who had grown up in Skyrim's unforgiving landscape knew that Windhelm was the crown jewel of this province. Solitude might as well have been High Rock territory to them.

When the group finally reached the gates, the sun had just began to float over its peak. Some of the ice along the bridge had thawed, but it still looked like quite the treacherous trek to the front gate.

"Does... did anybody pack an extra pair of gloves?" Utahsi chattered as he dropped off of his horse and tried to rub his hands together to get some warmth. "I think I left my pair in Shor's Stone..."