Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-26103034-20150627210318

(You're gonna find out I'm a bit of a grammar nazi after a while. Crimsom/n)

(Sure, timeskip once the encounters are done)

Aruvasa entered the city of Windhelm. A dull, hollow wind (no idea what that means, but I like the sound of it) whistled through the streets. An old dunmer beggar huddled in the corner, making little piles of loose cobblestones and taking them apart again. The once majestic door was broken, one door lying ruined on the floor and the other hanging of it's hinges. As she walked through the city, she realised that it wasn't as bad as most of the Morrowind cities. She stopped and sighed.

"You," she said, in a harsh, commanding, voice, to a Nord in ragged clothes.

"Tell me where I get supplies."