Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150224132851/@comment-5583506-20150224231214

The blizzard had been hitting them pretty hard for about an hour's journey, yet still the little group pushed on. Rikki had been given a warm blanket to keep her from getting sick as they made their way to their destination.

She found it kind of funny. Being the leader of some organisation of assassins, yet being treated like royalty. This was so unlike her time with the Thieves' Guild... or the Companions... But if there was something she missed from back then it was all the familiar faces and personalities. Brynjolf's smirk, Delvin's accent, Vex's attitude... Yet she missed Xad most of all. She couldn't help but wonder where he had run off to and if he would ever return to her. Somehow she doubted that she would ever see him again...

Kin'Jiro was the only one in the group seemingly unaffected by the biting cold. Small icicles had begun to take form in his thick mane and frost was coating his furry chest and thick eyebrows.

"We will reach Whiterun Hold within the next hour!" shouted Belgarath through the storm. "From there on it should get easier! And warmer!"