Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11296535-20140603002518/@comment-5735114-20140605104000

(Just us, then?)

Hjarem looked down on a Septim he was holding as he walked through the forests of Falkreath hold. This was, of course, rather foolish and Spriggans or bears often took the lives of those who weren't alert. He chuckled slightly, tossing the coin up into the air and admiring the way the gold glittered in the scraps of sunlight that made it through the leaves of the trees as it fell. Catching the coin, Hjarem put it in his pocket and stepped over a large rock, thankful that he'd stopped looking at the coin when he did.

Pulling out his map again, Hjarem tried to determine if he was going in the right direction. He had heard of the contract through rumor, so he just marked off the area the inn may have been in a wide circle. After studying the map for a few minutes, Hjarem adjusted his course slightly, now walking more to the right, and continued on his way.