Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20171231121010/@comment-3293219-20180106205654

(I work on the basis that the windows are open and everyone is talking rather loudly, to be heard.)

Over the next few hours, the carriage rolled through the wilderness, rather precariously as it went. Eventually, they arrived across the Cyrodiilic boarder, looking no worse for wear.

"Oh shit, I see Bravil!" Nyssa called, though there was snow on the ground, the air was somehow not as cold as it was in Skyrim.