Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140514001728/@comment-11457306-20140615014247

(We'll make it.)

Alyssa kept them moving as the sun climbed higher. Ranic protested that Endriel was burning with fever and they needed to stop.

"And do what?" she asked. We have no potions, few supplies. We've got to move before the Imperials realize the convoy hasn't reached the first checkpoint. When they discover the wreckage and the missing prisoners they'll mobilize and begin scouring all of Skyrim. We need to be as far as we can get by then. Preferably close to the border. I need to stop and get this arrow out of me, too. There's no time."

She could feel her own fever building, her vision beginning to waver, eyes beginning to burn. She thought she saw movement in the trees ahead and she pulled up. "Dania..."

"I see it." She was about to slip off her horse and go investigate, when a man clad in dark leathers stepped out, hands empty and open. "Alyssa!  What in seven hells are you all doing out here?"

It was Bjounmer. Twink, she called him. She couldn't bear calling him by his real nickname. He was too much of a man for that. She grinned from ear to ear. She'd feared he was caught in the Flagon or the Cistern when it was raided. So he had been out on a job.

"Twink!  Gods it's good to see you man!  We can use you.  We're in a hell of a mess."

Then she fell out of the saddle, unconscious before she hit the ground.