Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170921114614/@comment-17114085-20171019102124

"Just pointing out the obvious." Athyis shrugged.

The terrain on the island was very icy and covered in hills, with a main mountain range on the northern half of the island, where the natives lived.

The group was mostly on foot, with a few people taking turns on the carriage so it didn't make it overweight so it didn't sink into the snow.

Rigmor had his battleaxe drawn, ready for a fight at any time. He ordered Garm to go on ahead and scout for the group so they couldn't be easily ambushed by the hostile natives.

"These mountains remind me of the Reach, though much more snowy. There are plenty of good spots for an ambush around here." He muttered, remembering the time he fought his way to Markarth to free it from a madman.