The clumps of permafrost dirt crunch under your horse's hooves as bitter cold winds cut through your cloak and straight to the bone.
"God I hate the cold." Says the man trailing behind you
"Then why are you this far North?" You ask
He raised his hands showing the iron shackles with a thick rope leading to your saddle.
"Oh yeah, forgot about that." You muse
You hear "fucking prick" under his breath behind you. You look ahead and see Shiverspire. One of the few cities that manage to survive this far north, they rely almost entirely on imports alone to keep them afloat.
As you admirr the beautiful sleek tower that resides at the center of the city you hear something that sets you on edge. A low grunt and the snap of a branch. You try to listen more intently when your 'guest' speaks up.
"Look, mate I'm sure we can work out a deal. What are you getting for this? 200 gold. I can pay you 500." He says
>Shut up
>You expect me to believe you have that kind of cash?
>Yank on the rope
>*Call out* Show yourself!
>>1011266
>>*Call out* Show yourself!
>>1011266
>>You expect me to believe you have that kind of cash?
>>1011266
>>Shut up
>>1011266
>*Call out* Show yourself!
>>1011266
>*Call out* Show yourself!
>>1011266
>*Call out* Show yourself!