Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5543592-20191013192436

Several, shrill cries cut through the silence, as a murder of crows flew overhead. Their cawing was penetrating and almost directional, like it was meant to give away Harriot's and Wilkes' presence.

There were only birds, of course, and birds were noisy. It, by no means, meant anything more than that.

"If you're from east, better you walk back the way you came.  You will reach the Nilfheim after enough walking, and at least there you might survive.  Once you hit the Rockies, you will not see another friendly face for days, maybe weeks.  There is no food, it does not rain, and many things want to eat you.  The only quick path through the mountains is Hell's Highway, and that might be worse."