Overture Downs not my friend but i wont say no

Fallen maples cracked and broke from underneath the nomad’s paws, an icy breeze combing through his thick-grown coat. Winter had begun to finally pass as icicles dripped into the dark soil below, wetting leaves and ferns along the woodland floor. The tormented yet prideful folk of Brightreach were finally behind him, with their gilded gates of lies and sheep-clothed serpents at Ulfric’s back. His services had been requested by the marquess to solve the disappearance of her lover… a male who was, notably, not her husband. A monster, she’d exclaimed, a creature had surely killed him. But, as Ulfric had furthered his pursuit for answers, the monsters within Brightreach were not a fantastical phenomenon.

They were noble lords and ladies, gossiping duchesses and dukes all with a secret to hide and an ax to grind against those they’d dine with during the day—pompous devilish snakes, the lot of them. Now, the outstretch was before him - the path of a new place, yet it brought him no further joy. A new town, the same problem. A new problem, the same end result. Ulfric’s life had become an endless spiral into the abyss’s whirlpool, a never-ending cycle that blurred the nights and days into one.

But something was out there, in the distant fog. Bright blue eyes narrowed upon the blurred shadow of someone - a young woman, he’d come to realize. And she was staring right back at him, like a nightingale beauty of the moon. Her blue-ish roan coat contrasted the pale scenery around them, taking space like an apparition that would disappear if he looked away.