Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-12599067-20141102025513

(I feel that I should say Veranwen was trying to keep everyone from filing back to Aleswell, but whatever.)

Veranwen scowled in frustration and followed the others back to Aleswell, although she wasn't sure why they felt the need to return to the tavern despite her attempting to stop them. Even if her message hadn't been very clear, she didn't have much say in the matter. But she didn't complain and simply followed them in silence.

Ranwulf wasn't far behind them, sipping at the ale Braum had handed him contentedly. When they reached the inn, Veranwen led them all over to a corner seat and took out a map from her knapsack, then spread it out on the table before them before Ranwulf began.

"So! Now that you're all packed, let's begin tracking our route!" Ranwulf offered, setting his ale down on the table and putting his hands on the map next to it. "Now, we're in Aleswell right now. It's just outside the Imperial City, of course, which puts us right here," he said, pointing out the small settlement on the map. "Now, Novo was last seen here--," his finger shifted towards the southeast corner of Cyrodiil, near the border with Black Marsh, " --and he could be anywhere in here," he said, rubbing his hand across the entire map and nearly spilling his ale.

"Now, assuming he's in Cyrodiil, it'll take us about a month to comb through the entire province. During that time he could easily flee somewhere else or possibly end up somewhere we think we've already searched. As you might imagine, that presents a problem, especially since we have to report in to our employer within three months' time or less," Ranwulf noted. "Which is why we've come up with a solution."

(Typing a follow-up post. Hang on.)