Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-24449631-20140318162246

Meanwhile in Falkreath hold

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"I think the spell is starting the wear off" Boreau whispered.

As he felt the illusion spell he had cast on the imperial soldier run on it's last legs. He was starting to look around as if every second he had forgotten where he was.

"I think it's best we get off hear." Boreau said to Mikasa

Wherever here was...

''A pine forest in Skyrim, great... ''

"I think we're in Falkreath forest... Just in skyrim. If we follow the road west we should eventually reach Markarth again."

"But this time. No more stops. We'll sleep outside and eat on the go... We're wanted in these parts, best we get out of the Empire, fast"