Jenassa and I ride out from Kynesgrove to pursue the task given to us by the Companions. The sun is warm on our shoulders as we head toward Shor’s Stone, but it’s already past the middle of the day. I’m hoping we can reach our destination before dark and find a decent place to spend the night — although we’ll likely have to settle for a campsite somewhere.
The ground is cracked and fissured with steaming vents that smell of sulfur, creating little pockets of mist. Trees are sparse on this rocky soil, and the rest of the vegetation barely rises above the ground. Unlike the dense pine forests of Falkreath, here we can see a fair distance all around us — but certain predators still have ways of blending into the surroundings before they decide to ambush.