Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190904202509

The sun revealed it to be just a bit after noon. Summer heat was well present on the bridge, wide enough that perhaps thirty men could march abreast if there were no one else traversing it.

A lot of straw hats were worn, to keep shade on the face. A staple of Cyrodiil summer fashion, especially in the west weald, where long hours in the vineyard required nothing less.

Occassionally, the covenant would be reminded that it wasn't always hot by the shadows created by the large arches that stood gate on the bridge.

Their white stone revealing parts of damage done by debris of the destruction that ruined the city years past.