Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-5543592-20150613175951

Snow began to fall on a disorderly Chorrol. It was late day, and the sun was falling in the sky. People had shuttered themselves away in their homes early. Guard postings have doubled, then tripled. The sun offers no warmth- the sky is bleak gray, reflecting the quiet, reserved mood of the city. There is no bustle, not even in the inn, which is somber. If you're there to drink, it's not to have a good time.

Mioshe wasn't there for a good time anyway. The Redguard had found himself a quiet corner and was reading a book in a strange text.

Ogedei was at the bar, sipping away at a very, very expensive looking wine. Because nothing says inpending enemy invasion like a nice rosemary blend.