Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150220061957/@comment-5583506-20150224133451

The group had set their course for the Imperial City. They were riding through the wintry landscapes in a line. Babette always rode last, that way she could easily spot if they were being followed, and perhaps even get herself some midnight snack.

Nazir rode on Rikki's left side. His steel was fluid and fast, and if she were to ride into an ambush there would be no one better than him to protect her from bandits jumping down from the cliffs.

The same could be said for Kin'Jiro, who rode on her right side. It was a miracle how his horse could bear the weight of the massive Khajiit. Somehow his stoic appearance reminded her of Xad, but then again not. Kin'Jiro was taller, he was more muscular, he didn't have the same grouchy personality as Xad, but then again she wasn't sure that Kin'Jiro had a personality at all. At least none which she could see visibly.

Belgarath rode in the front. The Breton woman was good at handling maps, notes and paperworks. If the Dark Brotherhood had anything in the likes of a secretary, she would be the one. Right now however she was guiding the group to Cyrodiil. Rikki had never seen her in battle, but the woman's willingness to follow spoke for itself, although that could have just been her undying loyalty for the Listener speaking.