Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-5543592-20140921150759

Fritjolf decided the hell with good-byes; he owed these people nothing. Deploying his best stealth tactics, Fritjolf simply broke off and started heading in whatever direction he thought the road to Whiterun was. From there he would make his way to Morthal, then Markarth, then High Rock, and end up somewhere on the west Hammerfell sea board. Where he went didn't matter. He just had to get away from Morrowind.

In the following month stories of a mysterious Imperial traveler, helping or hurting those he came across, would pop up all throughout the western provinces, before coming to a sudden halt in the city of Sentinel.