Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140119224745

"Take the road on the left, or the road on your 'sandwich hand' if you prefer," Jack answered as he pocketed the map, a little miffed that Makoru had been able to known the terrain better than he did, without a map no less. Still, this desolate place was his homeland once, so he wasn't surprised that he knew the land so well.

Makoru took the cider and nodded in thanks, quickly opening the bottle and pouring it's contents down her throat, careful not to choke her. When the bottle was emptied, he tossed it over the side of the carriage, where it buried itself in the sands of the Alik'r Desert. The grassy foothills of the Hammerfell-Cyrodiil border were rapidly vanishing behind them, leaving only rocks and sand expanding in a vast wasteland spread as far as the eye could see. Makoru immediately thought of his exile from Gilane and wondered what had happened to Sarjaa.