Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180318192223/@comment-24510587-20180326150416

A few hours later, and the fellowship had made it through the mountain pass, and into Cyrodiil. The stream of Dunmer refugees was visible far along the horizon by now, but Marr didn't consider it important right now. He had a son to save. It would not be long until they'd reach their destination now.

Moira had made it out of the valley and into the next. This valley was not nearly as pleasant and sunny as Cheydinhal's; the trees were more densely packed, and there was a bit of a glum mist hanging over the ground. She was getting close now.