Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-25828117-20191211234413

It took them about an hour's ride, a bit more perhaps, but they finally found the main road again. A cobblestone snake that cut through the forest consisting less and less out of the warm temperature foliage of the gold coast and was starting to become more and more suitable for the temperate climate that made Cyrodiil such a coveted land of agriculture. After another hour riding they saw approach a procession of hooded monks come from the opposite direction. They were not the True Faith if their black dress was anything to go by. They had bannermen as well. One at the front, the other all the way at the back. On it, eyes. strangely familiar eyes. Lysilde had no plans to interact with them but a pale looking dark elf with eyes somehow redder than usual walked up to her covenant with a faint smile on his face. His eyes seemed really off now. There was a glint to them... Madness. "Forgive me, fair travellers... You would not happen to know the location of an old manor near Kvatch by any chance?"