Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-5543592-20150915004001

"I have right to be cocky, if you can call it that." Pierre said with a shrug. "I know what I'm capable of." He explained shortly.

By now, they had reached the Morrowind border, and crossed it, the descent of snow gradually changing into a descent of ash, which in turn blocked out the stars.

"We should stop Incanus said, calling the group to halt, rest until morning."

(And we have a time-skip in store, since Harold skipped himself.)