Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150912165220/@comment-5543592-20150912173912

Scire had spent the journey as an advance scout. He did, afterall, have the best eyes. He'd been through Skyrim before, but the cold was a shock to him all the same. He'd also spent the journey descretely eying Hawke, even while trying to down play something that was budding inside of him. She had become a good friend before and during the lengthy journey, yes, but he knew nothing could ever happen, right? She wasn't an Ashlander, or even a Dunmer. He couldn't let anything happene...

Ragnar on the otherhand, seemed to careless about the weather. The vested cuirass didn't even change. Apperently shleves were optional to him. He hadn't seemed wary in the least at returning to his homeland, but as they had neared the border, and soon crossed, he had become more and more introverted, as if all his energy was directed at thinking.

Now, Ragnar was scouring the city's archives, with a similar goal in mind to Talin.

Scire was out hunting, just to pass the time, and clear his head.