Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200130020211/@comment-25828117-20200130190450

Helian had kept his eyes on Nyasia more often than the road. She had not changed her mind on leaving and sooner or later stalling wouldn't work any longer and they would have to do it.

The border road was wedged between two sheer mountain sides that jutted up into the sky like accusing fingers. Soon the road started to wind down and the broadleaf trees started to make way for gnarled yet strangely beautiful roots with purple leaves that gave accents of color on the reddish rock.

The Imperial road seemed to turn towards an opening out of the pass. Their first good view of Morrowind lay beyond.

Nemicus rode Odvica at a casual pace, he was whistling to himself a merry tune, it was a seashanty with less than savoury lyrics. People who knew it would recognise it as: "The dancing girl from Sentinel", and she did more than just dancing...

Lysilde was quiet. Seemingly deep in her own thoughts, letting Morin do most of the navigating.