[center][h1][color=493992]Wisk/[/color][color=D0D3D4]Sonnlinor Skora[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr]

As Skora finished up her meal, she would thank the innkeep for the room and meals then take her leave towards the town hall. Skora grimaced at the thought of going out into the cold but she had a pilgrimage to honor. Trudging through the snow, Skora would spot the town hall. Approaching the door, she would knock the snow of her boots and enter, looking around to see if she could spot anyone who could help guide her to this village speaker.