Derath_farseer
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Tiras looks at Alistair
"The men of the reach mean to break away from the empire and Ulfric they want independence from what makes them great, I'm going to show them the error of their ways."
He looks at the rarga, rale
"Getting in won't be a problem.. I just might have a way in."
The party continues their journey to Markarth with little to halt their progress. The sun is setting as they reach the cities gates, Its great stone walls stand proudly from the mountain face.
"Lets fine an inn.. I'm tired of sleeping on dirt." they leave their mounts at the stables and they enter the city. Tiras heads for the Tavern to book the rooms.
"The men of the reach mean to break away from the empire and Ulfric they want independence from what makes them great, I'm going to show them the error of their ways."
He looks at the rarga, rale
"Getting in won't be a problem.. I just might have a way in."
The party continues their journey to Markarth with little to halt their progress. The sun is setting as they reach the cities gates, Its great stone walls stand proudly from the mountain face.
"Lets fine an inn.. I'm tired of sleeping on dirt." they leave their mounts at the stables and they enter the city. Tiras heads for the Tavern to book the rooms.