Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140307011720/@comment-11457306-20140317004557

Rhiannon sat up and stretched sore muscles. The cart bed was hard. About midnight she'd heard fighting in the tavern below and something shouted about gaurds, which reminded her that she wasn't supposed to in Solitude. She'd grabbed her gear and climbed out of a window, vaulted to the top of the wall from the roof of the Inn and run along the top until she reached a place she could jump down. Now she was waking up in the cold dawn of a misty Haafinger morning, listening to the seabirds and wishing mightily for hot tea and breakfast. Damn that bastard Aldis anyway.