Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24449631-20140213200500

The mountains grew taller as the carriage got closer. Boreau had never been this far away from home. nor had he ever felt this nervous. it seemed so stupid to him: 'the stonch seeker of the Lost heir cowering in his boots'

Get a hold of yourself! Boreau thought to himself.

Once you're over, everything will be alright he took a deep breath.

The old man merely rolled his eyes as he heard the Breton's heavy breathing behind his back.

The hills of Ilessan were long behind him. They, not even the Wrothgarian mountains could compare with the steep and high mountains ranges of mighty Skyrim, why they called This place High Rock instead of Skyrim seemed to mystify him. As the forests grew thinner and the ruggid back of the Reach appeared there weren't a lot of settlements in sight. Sure, you had Tehanna in the North but that's not where he was going. He did admire the view. The taundra-like foot of the mountain, with wild feverfew and other flowers he had never seen before springing up from between the small pebbles. And spiky bushes. They generated long shadows over the mostly barren steep grounds of rocky grey stones. He noticed the long shadows and looked up, then west. to his home. The sun was about to set. The orangy sky created a bit more life on the wasteland he found himself in.

"This is where I'll have to leave you, son" the driver concluded and stopped his cart.

Boreau stretched his arms and jumped off. after that he stretched his legs for a bit, he had been sitting down for quite a while.

"ah... thanks."

The old man looked at Boreau with a serious gaze.

Boreau felt a slight sensation go over his back.

Is he going to double cross me?

The old driver then stook his hand out. And it immediatly downed to Boreau.

"Oh... right"

He threw a purse full of Adamantine silver to the driver.

"Here."

He merely wanted his payment, thank Y'ffre...

"Well, thanks." Boreau wasn't the best at showing grattitude, but he always really meant it when he said thanks.

As he had thanked his driver he started to walk east only to be called back.

"Hey! if i were you... I would avoid Brandle's Pass. Go via Ferolons Folly. if you catch my drift..."

The Breton nodded. Obviously Brandle's Pass was heavily guarded by either the Adamantine Guard or Imperial Legion.

"Thanks..."

"And good luck. Hope you find your cousin." The old man ended as he turned his cart making a clicking sound with his mouth so the horses knew what they had to move it again.

Boreau looked at the old man as he slowely made his way back as a dark silhouette in the bright orange light of the west.

He then turned back to the Druadach Mountains of the East.

"up and over then, I guess" The breton said as he straightend his back and backpack.

"eyup!"