Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30797179-20161221224412/@comment-30797179-20161222005407

Valyn said nothing, only a slight frown could be read from his face. He stood up and walked to the luggage, where he pulled out the three rabits from Sadryn's bag. With a small knife, he began to skin the hares.

"Whats our plan then, Rythus?" Nykos looked at his leader with a stern look. "If we wait out this storm the Imperial scouts will have caught our scent. Riften is just days away, we cannot let this plan fall into the hands of those bastards."

"Relax, Nykos." Lilanthis said, as he looked at him over the fire. "Rythus knows what he's doing. Besides, if we dont take our time and plan our movements carefully we might bump into a Stormcloak or Imperial camp."

Valyn remained quiet, he was excited to see Skyrim again, there he could see familiar faces. Skyrim was the homeplace of Valyn's father. And most of all, he would be out of the freezing Jerall gales.