Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-25828117-20170703150117

Anvil was still quiet. A town made out of Terracotta rooftiles. Pleasantly Cyrodiilic. The chapel bells sounded in the morning.

Several shopkeepers were setting up their stalls for the market or any other sort of commerce that would occur over the course of the day.

Perhaps they could ask one of them.