Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-75.191.162.220-20140214061647

A figure supported itself on a post. No, he didn't stand, not really. Standing took energy and he was exhausted. At that moment, there was nothing more. All he wanted to do was leave the city, leave it and the decaying memories.

The wagon rolled over to him, and he looked up, drawing the cloak around his face and ears. Shakily, he pulled a handfull of coins from his pocket and handed it over to the woman. "Please take me to... Solitude." Face lined with concern, the woman peered at the boy, making sure she heard him right. "Are you sure? It's very far away."

He looked down.

"Yes."

Without another word, he climbed into the back.

...

Evening was drawing near, the roads were unguarded, and the Altmer girl was obnoxiously unafraid. In a twisted way, she almost hoped that robbers 'would' jump out of the bushes. For all of her talents and strengths, she wasn't the most prudent of her kind. But no matter, Riften was drawing near.

"Give me your gold, high elf."

Alas, her strange, self-indulgent dream had come true. A heavily-built man grabbed her, a dagger pointed at her neck. She smirked, and the air grew tense and uncomfortable. Here was a young girl, fragile in build, grinning in the face of danger. "Are you sure you don't want to run away?" A chill ran down the man's spine, before he snapped out of it. No, he was being ridiculous, that girl was certainly bluffing.

He tightened his grip on her wrist, "Hand over your belongings, or else."

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