The talons ripped through the dirt pathway and the woods were alive all around as the chocobo tore its way through the early morning fog.
The Shroud.
Nonotano had always hated the place as it was hell on his allergies. Besides the fact that he always felt like eyes were on him here. He drew his cloak over his head tighter and urged the bird toward the gates that were barely visible in the fog. He'd ridden through the night and had finally arrived at Fallguard Float.
Passing through the gate and stopping, he dismounted with a heavy groan, his thighs sore from the ride and he stretched his knee for a moment before walking up the wooden walkway toward the tavern, keeping his head down. He'd hoped that his passage through here would be quick and with little trouble. Nonotano knew that the eager Sultansworn might have tried to dispatch notice to the Adders in the Shroud and wanted as little contact as possible for the moment. He didn't want to get derailed so close to Coerthas. But he needed some drink and a small bit of sleep. It would be a shame to get so close and the pass out from exhaustion in the snow only to be ripped to pieces by Snow Wolves or Giants.
Walking into the tavern, he kept his cloak about him and sat at one of the tables heaving a sigh of rested relief.
The Shroud.
Nonotano had always hated the place as it was hell on his allergies. Besides the fact that he always felt like eyes were on him here. He drew his cloak over his head tighter and urged the bird toward the gates that were barely visible in the fog. He'd ridden through the night and had finally arrived at Fallguard Float.
Passing through the gate and stopping, he dismounted with a heavy groan, his thighs sore from the ride and he stretched his knee for a moment before walking up the wooden walkway toward the tavern, keeping his head down. He'd hoped that his passage through here would be quick and with little trouble. Nonotano knew that the eager Sultansworn might have tried to dispatch notice to the Adders in the Shroud and wanted as little contact as possible for the moment. He didn't want to get derailed so close to Coerthas. But he needed some drink and a small bit of sleep. It would be a shame to get so close and the pass out from exhaustion in the snow only to be ripped to pieces by Snow Wolves or Giants.
Walking into the tavern, he kept his cloak about him and sat at one of the tables heaving a sigh of rested relief.
