Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-10197675-20131013175615/@comment-3293219-20131013230852

Nish had been walking for two, sleepless days...

He had satchel swung over his shoulder, containing his gear and several other things that he had swiped from the jailor, before making a run for it.

With his hands bound, Nish was unable to change his clothes or put his leather boots on and was forced to walk in foot wraps. He was tired, hungry, his wrists were covered in rope burns and his feet were blistered and swolen from the awful terrain he had endured during his journey from Riften.

Though he could have easily have stopped at one of the smaller settlements along the way such as Ivarstead, he wanted to be on the other side of High Hrothgar at least before stopping and resting.

Nish sighed as he noticed that another one of his toes had began to bleed... third one today.

He then heard a grunt in the distance, he looked up to see a group of men fighting.

"Crap!" Nish said, through gritted teeth.

He then quickly crept over to a nearby rock to take cover.