Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160209154925/@comment-6006054-20160210005438

Taervik was prepared for the winter, when it came. His heavy fur cloak hung around his broad shoulders like a shroud, his boots were thick, and he had been saving up to purchase something warm to wear under his mail and surcoat. His time in the guard had taught him the philosophy of preparedness, and he took it to heart.

The nord rode up next to Ran'Jinro, keeping firm and utter control of his horse as he did so. He did not trust it.

"What happens when we arrive?" Taervik asked the khajiit Beast Slayer. Now that he thought about it he didn't trust the Beast Slayer much more than the horse. But the Beast Slayer was not likely to bite him.