Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-10197675-20140710221558

(This is probably something like half a day after my last post about Wolfsgaurd, so two days have passed since they left Ivarstead.)

Meanwhile in the far north of Cyrodiil/ South of the Rift…

Wolfsgaurd slowly wandered ahead of the maiden as the both of them made their way through the Jerall Mountains, they still had not spoken to one another properly since they had left Ivarstead this was because they had been in a rush for most of the way.

The day was now getting quite late as the two of them made their way through the Jerall Mountains.

The maiden spoke “Where exactly are you heading?”

Wolfsgaurd replied quickly “I don’t know, I used to know but not anymore… I guess I go wherever my senses tell me and at the moment there telling me to head South, so that Is where I head”. Wolfsgaurd then stopped in his tracks trying to think of a route. “I never caught your name…” the women stopped next to Wolfsgaurd, she pondered with her reply, as she looked over towards Cyrodiil, “My name is Bradriel… yours?”, Wolfsgaurd responded, “Wolfsgaurd I come from Skyr.. wait..” Wolfsgaurd then started sniffing quite strongly, breathing in the thick air through his nostrils; he had picked up a scent. “Wolves are nearby… not kind ones either” whispered Wolfsgaurd.

“What I can’t see..” Bradriel spoke quite loudly and her sentence was quickly halted by the Nord.

“Quiet they will hear you… they’ve probably already picked up our scent now, we must hurry South Westwards towards Bruma, there we can rest for a while, also I need to stock up on supplies, follow me with haste… we must travel with speed” Wolfsgaurd spoke swiftly, as he jolted of his feet heading towards Bruma, Bradriel tried her best to keep up with the Nord.