Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190324112237/@comment-25828117-20190406174108

The alleyways of Solitude reminded him a great deal of those in Skingrad. Everything was practically stacked onto eachother, and built into the heights due to the small amount of space available to build on. Solitude's natural arch was great for defense, but it didn't exactly leave much room for development.

What didn't feel like Skingrad was the cold. Moss, darkened by the moisture, clung between the stonework of the walls and underneath the snow creeping inbetween the cobblestones down the alley.

There were no people in these streets. Barely any doors and windows faced this way as well. It was more like a corridor without a roof. The grey sky above cast cold blue light down on the alleyway making it feel like all color had been sucked out. Wispy little snowflakes danced down with so little weight and staying power one hardly noticed them land when they finally did.

"I have no idea where we are." Graicus finally said after they had wandered a while, they hadn't seen a single living soul since the molasses incident.