Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20150524231736/@comment-25588187-20150710193344

"We're off." Alfarinn called to the stable hands, before the cart moved on.

Later...

It became harder and harder to see the further north up the road they travelled. Ice painted the air white. The road had been covered, and so it was a balancing act to stop the cart rolling off the adjacent hill.

"Looks like the weather hasn't cleared up yet!" Alfarinn called to his passenger through the wind.