Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190828021314/@comment-7262318-20190926235302

The group emerged from Cicero's lair, body and soul in tow, and began making their way back towards Dawnstar. Bryn would have found her hammer in Cicero's trophy room, on their way out of the infernal place. Kazrris had nothing to say on their way back to town, which was most unusual of the usually loud-mouth Khajiit.

The night was beginning to fade as the sun slowly peaked over the horizon. It seemed that time had been accelerated while they were fighting Cicero and his skeletal army in the pocket realm. The city itself was beginning to rise, and the first few trails of smoke were rising out of the chimneys. Guards were beginning their morning patrol routes and the inns were putting the first bits of breakfast into the cooking pots.

"I believe we've earned a few moments of rest," Utahsi murmured as they approached the Jarl's longhouse. The Argonian, teeth beginning to chatter already, grabbed the door and held it open. "Werewolves, Vampire, crazy jester..."