Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180404172451/@comment-24510587-20180405185000

(Ok we're skipping I suppose)

The day passed slowly as the fellowship rode through the Cyrodilic countryside. The journey was rather uneventful; on more than one occasion, the young nameless Nord almost fell of the horse because he fell asleep and lost his grip on Moira. Yenith accompanied them along the side of the road, where she tiptoed barefoot in the grass. By around four in the afternoon, they passed by New Imperia to the city's north.

Soon enough, night fell. The fellowship had just crossed into the West Weald.

"Now is as good a time as any to set up camp," Marr suggested.