Despite the obvious dangers of living in a lawless, war-torn land, some people choose to stay in their remote houses and estates, whilst others in the more relatively safe fortified towns, have chosen to flee. Many of these rural people didn’t just buy their homes, they began with a piece of land like a parchment before a poem is writ, and built their family homes with their own hands, much like the birds who build their own nests. Townsfolk however are more alike to cuckoos, content to lay their eggs in the nests other birds have built.

Even the giants seem to be migrating north away from the troubles. Though escaping across the Jerall Mountains seems a little like fleeing the smoke into the flames to me. Personally I’d rather take my chances with the banners, cultists, bandits, and roaming dead, then live a day amongst those brutish Nord.

S.K