Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190911184542/@comment-25828117-20190913163006

The one-story houses of Senchal all looked rather similar. Small and with tiny windows. It seemed most domestic activity happened outside or in the basement of these houses.

Their blue or greenish domes did vary in shapes slightly, with some being practically flat while others were much more convex.

Eventually they arrived at the marketplace which was a big square with market stalls selling foreign goods, like the wine of Cyrodiil that had travelled along with them on the Hellcat.

Lysilde looked around for the person she was supposed to meet, thinking it was perhaps easier for them to stand still. Foreign as they were. The convenant stuck out like a sore thumb.