Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20160113143537/@comment-17114085-20160118230106

Sahvri still didn't move. He looked down at the ashes of his home. "Mother, it seems I have failed you twice." He summoned flames in his right hand, lighting up the area. It was night so the guards had not gotten a good look at him.

The guards raised their shields expecting an attack, but the two that had been talking earlier lowered theirs when they saw the Dragonkin's face. "No, it can't be. You're the red haired lad." The first guard said.

"Yes." Sahvri confirmed. "Where is my mother buried?"

"At the cemetery in Falkreath." The guard replied. "I...I am sorry for your loss."

The officer was not as compassionate. "Surrender, and you won't need to join your mother so soon. You committed a crime, you will need to pay for it."

Sahvri stood up and opened his wings. "Sorry, but I won't rot in a jail cell."

The guards rushed towards him at their officer's orders.

But the Dragonkin flapped his wings and flew up. He headed towards Falkreath, wanting to see his mother once more.

The guards tried to go after him but he was much faster than them while flying. Soon enough he lost them.