Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190226002852/@comment-25828117-20190227164233

The morning was misty and incredibly cold. Breath crystalized the moment it left your nose or mouth and it had snowed too. A decent layer of white hung over the town with most of it on the harbor road already trodden into a grey mush by feet, carts and horses.

Graicus wore a winter cloak but he didn't close it, perhaps the cold would keep wake him up properly.

"Damn skyrim winters..." Graicus mumbled as they walked onwards, the snow squaked and crunched under his boots.