Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190204233516/@comment-25828117-20190205120137

Graicus had tied his mare up to a hitch and decided to walk through the streets of Falkreath in search for a healer.

Despite the few people that were walking around, it felt sleepy. There was little of the hum and bustle large crowds in made in places such as the Anvil fish market where haggling tongues battled one another with increasing volume.

No, here he could hear the birds chirping, the chickens in pens beyond the houses cluck or the ring of a hammer on an anvil somewhere else in the town.

The folks nodded at him when he passed them, wishing him a good day.

Eventually Graicus thought he had found a healer's house. Maybe the only one in town. It was taller than most, but nothing like a chapel of the divines. Sweet aromas escaped the small windows of tinted yellow glass, no doubt providing a golden glow inside when fully closed. A wind chime gently blew in the breeze by the porch.