Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160307001231/@comment-24141785-20160308183110

As the carriage started rolling down the track, the devastation of the trading post stood in shambles, almost glaring back at them as the group left. As they saw the sun disappear through the horizon, the notion that this was a good idea left the Breton's body immediately...

"Well... We might as well get comfortable." The Breton stated as he hung his feet over the back, "This ain't going to be short."

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1 day later...

The sun had begun being engulfed by the horizon, the long trip was nearly over. The trip hadn't gone how Gabriel had planned, however. He had imagined that the trip would be uneventful and boring, and for most of the time that was true. But halfway through their journey the carriage had gotten stuck, and they barely managed to escape a large group of Hoarvors.

As they drew nearer to Hammerfell, the hotter it became. The humidity and heat had risen considerably since they initially left: this much heat would've drivrn any normal commoner to insanity - luckily for them, they weren't commoners...

"We shouldn't be too far off."

Gabriel stuttered from his sleep as Coyle spoke, the Redguard pissing off the man ever so slightly. He sat himself up, sighing heavily as he looked out onto the warm night of Valenwood...