Perhaps it was a bad idea to take a mountain road to see Skyrim better, weather was getting bad and it was hard to see. Wind was blowing annoyingly as well.
On the way away from the mountains Rellam was close to find himself out of there, now he just had to find the closest city. Looking hard on the map until a sudden wind blew over the dunmer.
Losing a grip on the paper he had on his hand, the wind grabbed the map and took it with it.
"No, wait!" No help, the map was already gone and the dunmer had no idea where the nearest city would be.
Sighing in defeat he breathed out, “Now what?” Maybe he’d find the city or some signs by himself if he continued down by this road.
((Putting some of Rellam art drawn by others (which used to be in Rellam’s blog) in one post.))