Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150615234235/@comment-5583506-20150617013941

When Elda had finally found a place high up enough to overlook the camp below, she gathered a bundle of moss to use as a pillow. Her clothes were dry as she re-dressed. She then buttoned her shirt to make sure that the warpaint was well beyond sight, before she ultimately swept her cloak around her and lied down on the moss-covered cliff.

The mountains of the Reach had a better feeling to them, than the rocky ground she was resting on now. She could barely wait until she reached her intended destination... and was rid off her traveling companions. She was wondering when the best time to leave them would be... without them noticing her slipping away.

The Reach had many ravines and cliffs she could find shelter in. Though an even better option was to lure them away entirely. She couldn't risk them to find out where her kinsmen where hiding.