Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-12599067-20150406003819

Clarent was fairly certain he had evaded the guard and the man with him, because he didn't see either of them when he looked behind him. Still, that was a close call. If his pursuer had followed him to the city and had somehow convinced the guards to help him, he was in deep shit and probably couldn't stay in the city for long.

Then again, trying to brave the wilderness again, especially since his pursuer wouldn't be very far behind him, was not the most appealing option, either. At least, not alone.

He thought back to the company he'd travelled to the city with. He had heard them mention the possibility of heading for Hammerfell after they finished business here. Clarent was not eager to try his luck with the hostile Breton man and his rather unfriendly "companion" (for lack of another word for it-- he wasn't entirely certain what kind of relationship they had other than knowing it was at least somewhat romantic in nature), but the Redguard man had been nice enough. Plus, Hammerfell was an awfully long way from Skyrim. He doubted his pursuer would have much fun in trying to track him across the wilderness and into the desert.

That was about all the convincing he needed. The next chance he got, he would try and find the other two members of the group and attempt to plead his case-- to the best of his abilities. He doubted he would be well-received. Still, he had to try.