Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-17114085-20181206122106

(@Stendarr: Depending on how he travelled, he should've taken a month or so to reach Vindhelm from Cyrodiil. So he should have spent more than two weeks in Skyrim by now. In the lore Skyrim is about the size of Mongolia, 1.58 million km2. If he has never encountered one before I suppose he would mistake it for being just a regular zombie, as Draugr is the norse word for undead.)

The woman didn't seem to recognize the Order, so mentioning it didn't put her at ease. So the farmer kept her sword up.

"You are dragon hunters?" Asked the man.

"Has that mare of a chief finally gotten off his arse and hired some mercenaries." The woman muttered angrily. "Very well. Ask your questions hunters, but don't come any further."

"Only if you believe the rumors of the missing travellers." He replied.

After a second, he elaborated. "A handful of folk went missing down the road to Kynesludr. Some claim it was the dragon that did it, but I say it was just a hungry sabertooth or a pack of wolves. The wilderness is mighty dangerous this time of year, not enough guards patrolling the roads."

"If we will be going, then I believe you owe us some payment upfront." Jofrodr reminded the Thane.

Harald nodded. "Indeed I do." He pulled out a pouch filled with 3000 Eyrir. "Split it among yourselves."

Jof reached for the pouch first and checked inside to make sure the coins were there. He turned to Reyl and Kane. "We'll split it later. I'll hold onto it for now."

"Gather whatever supplies you need and meet us in the town square in an hour." Harald said. "Skorm and I will be waiting there with a cart and some horses."

Jofrodr stood up. "Come along then. We'll need to buy camping supplies if we'll be going into the mountains." He told the other two mercenaries. He began walking out of the dinning hall, holding the pouch of gold.