Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-26103034-20150627180715

"Alright."

Calvus picked up River, stroking her, and handed her to Blathasar.

-

Aruvasa stopped, and shivered.

I must be in Skyrim now, she thought, looking up at the mountains. ''I hope I get to Windhelm soon. The cold is unbearable. Probably won't be any better in Windhelm. The city of Ysgramor. Ha, I bet it's just a couple of stones on top of each other now. At least the Nords of old had got one thing right. Don't let Argonians into the city. The last Nord I met called me a grey skin, didn't he.''

She smiled, remembering how his charred body had disintergrated upon falling into the pool.

Cold, wet and tired, she took out her anger on a nearby deer, casting a fireball and sending it falling, burning, into the snow.