Tyrn Fornech

The mountains were in sight. And, with a few more bags of silver to his name, Dagramir had set his attention to the north. He had, indeed, considered simply turning back and returning to the hectic mania that was his life of old, but the north called his name. Whispered sweet nothings into his ear to tempt him towards the unknown. He had to see it. He had to see it all.

Besides, a week or so of a delay wouldn't hurt, would it? It was something he could excuse easy enough, and pass by without anyone batting an eye. So, he donned a more suitable armour for the freezing temperatures he was to expect, wrapped fur around his shoulders, and made for the north. Adventure lay just over a few more hills, twists, and turns. Though, so did the unknown. But what could possibly go wrong?