Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20131105030334/@comment-86.155.190.21-20131110065226

Davienne aplies field bandages to his wounds and drinks another healing potion,

he rests beside a tree and get back on his horse.

The journey to morthal is difficult every stone underfoot and every buck from the horse jars his wounds, but he must spur onwards.

If the Jarls are prepared the will be more bloodshed, and he cannot stand violence.

He stops at dragonsbridge, dismounts and enters the inn.

Faida: Faidas the Name, I keep the Inn

Davienne: Do you know if I can hire a courier here, I need a message sent.

Faida: You could ask at the Imperial barracks, or you could leave it here and I will send it with the next courier who calls.

Davienne: I would rather leave it with you, and can I have a room for the night?

Faida: that will be ten septims for the room and ten for the courier, let me show you to your room.

Davienne: Thankyou, I will get some rest and give you the message in the morning.

Faida: rest well

(the following morning)

Davienne: Good mornig Faida, do you have anything for breakfast?

Faida: I have food and drink, it might not be fit for a Jarls table but it will fill you up.

Bread and cheese, and the message

TO Greta, Lamorre Farm, the Rift

''My Dearest Greta, I could not complete my errands in Solitude. The city is in turmoil. I left my delivery at the Inn and will continue trading. I will let you know if I run into any other dificulties.''

All my Love

Davienne

After Passing the letter to Faida, Faida remarks

Faida: Ah Davienne, Lamorre, you used to be a travelling trader yes?

Davienne: I still am, and a master craftsman, I have had my apprentices do the trading for the past couple of years but I need keep an eye on things every so often. Did you used to work at the Winking Skeever?

Faida: Yes I did, until I met my husband, speaking of my husband, do you have any stallion potions with you?

Davienne: No I have a strong stamina potion though, which should do the trick, I'll let you have it if I can have the room and meal for free, and I'll leave the gold for the courier.

Faida: Of course.

Davienne leave the inn with a smile and a wink, leaves a pile of revolutionary flyers and copies of the constitution of the porch, and mounts his horse heading for Morthal