11-19-2008, 05:30 PM
(OOC: Anybody who wants to join in on the plot, you should probably get to Darkshire.)
Erinne longed to ask for news from Darkshire, but she definitely had no wish to converse with her current companion. Instead, the ride passed in sullen silence, the only sounds being the rushing of wind and the soft sounds of the nightsabers' footsteps.
She slowed down as they neared the town. It was exactly as she remembered it; if anything, it had gotten even dingier. Crumbling cobblestoned streets lined with dilapidated houses, illuminated only by moonlight and the occasional flickering lantern. A large shaggy dog with a somewhat wolfish appearance trotted through the streets, but as they approached it turned tail and disappeared between the houses. A shutter creaked in the wind.
Seeing the sorry state of the town made her heart ache, but she forced herself to think of other things. They were nearing the town square now; she could see the cracked stone statue standing in the middle of it. And there was the sign of the Scarlet Raven tavern; definitely a welcome sight. As they stopped in front of the inn, Erinne patted the neck of her nightsaber. "Let's get you to the stables now," she said quietly in Darnassian. The cat answered her with a loud yawn.