Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140725170325/@comment-11457306-20140730231708

They sat in awkward silence. Tegan was not about to reveal her last and only sanctuary and endanger those who lived there, even to Ulfric's nephew. It did not belong to her, anyway, so she had spoken the truth. She did indeed live wherever she could find a spot to lay her head and most of her earnings went to support those who could not support themselves. She did not dare settle into one spot. She had too many enemies. She had lived in fear that Kjalek would come after her again. Now, in reflection, she realized that Uvaryl had not said that he had killed the man, but that he had been found dead and Uvaryl had some of his belongings. She wondered if he were truly dead after all. Even if he was, there were his men to consider. No, as long as the Empire remained in Skyrim she was not safe.

She lay down on her side and waited for sleep to take her. All she could do now was wait for others to do their jobs and for the escape to begin. She had set the plan in motion.

(Gold, Kenyon, I hope you can get on with it tonight.)