Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-17114085-20181203130454

ShezarrTheForgotten wrote: After asking around for directions, Kane began to prepare for his journey out into the ruthless snow. He packed provisions, salted meat, a few water skins, and a lot of torches. ''Yorgrim? Down the road...Can't miss it.'' Staring down the large gateway of Vindhelm, he noticed a small shrine to Ysmir. While he himself didn't revere Ysmir as much as Shor or Auri-El, he deemed it right to drop a few Eyrir at the shrine and give a small prayer of guidance.

Venturing outside Kane, luckily, found a Merchant Caravan gearing up and heading toward Yorgrim and needed some extra muscle on the journey, for fear of Falmer raids. He offered his sword, as long as they paid accordingly of course.

They happily agreed, now Kane didn't have to brave the Cold alone. Helping pack up the remaining supplies, he jumped onto the Carriage and began conversing with the Merchants since he was not being paid to sleep. (There wouldn't be any Falmer that far north to raid caravans. They live almost exclusively in the southern Rift in what remains of Mereth.)

"Where are you from? Your accent is quite strange, I have not heard it before." One of the merchants asked Kane.

The Cyrodiilic had presumibly learned Atmoran from his father, but it was unlikely that he spoke with a local accent.