Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20200205003721/@comment-7262318-20200205010923

The group road on down the eastern road, away from the safe walls of the city. Utahsi murmured a short prayer as they road out, hoping that they would not encounter whatever this creature was...

They arrived shortly at the sight of the wreck that the servant had told them about. A few guardsmen were there, alongside a woman in purple robes bearing the deer insignia of the falkreath hold on them. The guards were pushing one of the wagons over onto its wheels, under the orders of a Nord with a flat mohawk and a single streak of red paint over his right eye.

"Careful, careful!" The Nord cried. "Don't break the damn thing!"