Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190224002438/@comment-7262318-20190224041834

Unfortunately for Graicus, Meyline was merely off sitting by herself, on the otherside of camp, watching the wind blow a few stray snowflackes across the ground.

She thought that getting herself out of Markarth, and out of the reach, would have been a great opportunity for herself. She had known only the stone-built city and its political turmoil all her life, never once venturing beyond the mines and farms that alligned the city's edges. She had yearned for the exciting life, like the one that Cade was living and the one that Kjoren was apparently living as well.

But now that she was here, out in the open and exposed to the harshest elements, she was already missing the warm fires of the inn and the smell of the steaming water flowing through the forges. In her first two days, the only clear difference between Markarth and the wilds was that the people looked meaner. Same old politics, same old annoyances, same old nonsense.

Only this time, she felt truly alone against these odds.