Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190131214043

The Imperial roads grew steep, as the rolling grasslands of Cyrodiil gave way to the mountains of Skyrim, and soon vanished beneath the snow. Cade and Graicus only knew their way by markers and road signs now, without which they would have become terribly lost.

However, it would seem others did not have their same sense of excellent direction, because they came upon an cart. It must've left the stone at some point, because it had become stuck in the snow, off the side of the road. The horse that had been pulling it must've broken free, as the straps were empty and lay buried in the snow. The cart itself was busted, it's front axle broken.

An old woman sat in the rear of the cart, and was hunkered down against the cold. Her clothing was meager, and she obviously wasn't dressed for the weather, but the back of the cart was filled with bolts of wool and she had submersed herself in them.

"Hello there, fair lady!" Cade called out as they approached. "Is everything alright?"

The woman sat up, only now just spotting Cade and Graicus. "Oh thank the Divines!  You have to help me, please!"