Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-12599067-20141228045600

(So, if we're done with that...)

Once the rest of the group was awake and had finished eating, Ranwulf made good of their plans and led them out the door, out of the city, and out onto the open road once more. Their journey out of Falkreath Hold was relatively quiet, save for the occassional presence of a stray wolf or boar rooting about the woods.

Their journey up through the Markarth-Whiterun area wasn't much worse. They trekked across the landscape without interruption, only stopping briefly when the group stopped in Rorikstead to eat and rest for a few moments before they continued on towards Haafingar.

From their arrival at the forested mountains, their journey was quite uneventful. The roads, kept relatively clean and safe by Imperial patrols, offered little resistance other than their incline, and even that became something they simply got used to after about an hour. They got dirty looks from a Penitus Oculatus outpost as they passed by Dragon Bridge, however.

In under less than two hours, they reached their destination outside the gates of Solitude. Ranwulf led them to a nearby farm before they could get anywhere near the gate guards, so as to avoid rousing the risk of rousing their attention, and led them all to a stop just outside the stables of said farm.

"Now," Ranwulf began. "If you've got any other questions about this next step that you haven't already asked, you may want to ask them now. Once you're inside those gates, we won't be able to help you, so the success of our mission very well could rest in your hands now. If you make any mistakes, we may have to start from square one," he explained. "No pressure. So, if there's anything more..."