Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190629005953/@comment-7262318-20190703044745

Vordel lead the way across the bridge, his mood rather somber. Granted, Vordel was never a jovial man to begin with, but his look conveyed confusion and depression. He was deeper in thought than he usually was, that much was for sure.

"Ah, I wouldn't worry too much. Windhelm's drunk and on a victory lap right now," Kaz attempted to calm the other's worries. "They don't have time to be bitter and miserable about us non-Nords... Besides, anyone gives us trouble, we can just have munchkin over there raze the town," He pointed to Eryna's dragon basket.

"Windhelm has it's charm," Utahsi commented, to no one in particular. "Perhaps we could tour the tombs while we're here... I've never seen the inside of one, but I've heard nordic burial tombs are quite the spectacular sight. No culture holds their dead in more esteem than the Nords..."