Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191018075609/@comment-25828117-20191018081759

Once everyone had gotten on their horses Lysilde led them out into the street.

The morning sun was still low in the sky and already she was sending out warm, summer-like rays, despite the autumn's fast approach. Exception was made for shadows which were actually quite chilly, resulting in that alternating sensation when walking in and out of areas where sunlight touched down and where it didn't.

Kashya was picked up along the way, she had been doing a weird morning exercise routine not entirely unlike Nyasia's training and Helian wondered if he was being the odd one for not also doing something like it. He supposed that preparing breakfast or just about any meal for the group sort of took time away from such things.

The streets of Torval were grand and wide, fit for any capital. But unlike some towns where there was one grand keep, castle or palace that denoted the residence of the local ruling class, Torval had several almost identical palaces and spires dotted across the city. Apparently they all belonged to the Mane. All of them were temples too. Khajiit were a religious or as some would call them: "superstitious" lot.

"Hear this one!" A herald called out over the passing crowds.

"I bring news from the far east. Imperial forces have liberated the city of Davon's Watch from the vile invading Laumer forces. Tales too bloody for the faint of heart have accompanied its retaking and the restore of order and peace. As is to be expected of such a cowardly brutal people, some say the last Laumer garrison dropped their arms and fled in fear."

"Hear this one!" they went on.

"News from across Tamriel. A brutal attack was launched on Elinhir's Hall of the Assembly, King Jerom of the house Ancetre is dead. As such, an emergency council has been called, with nobility from all over Hammerfell flocking to the kingdom to act as special delegates in deciding Elinhir’s future."

As the newsman's voice dissipated in the hum of the crowd, aromas of freshly picked citrus wafted over from the fruit markets that they walked through.

As they made for the harbor in the south. Masts and sails rising over the distant rooftops proved they were on the right track.