Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-24530992-20150127230733

Aeron was exhausted. The countless hours of riding his horse to Gods know where....

He almost slid off of his horse after his eyes had shut for a few minutes.

He supposed he could just find a rest stop at some point, but he had to keep going... His will was too strong. He didn't even know what he was doing. He couldn't remember anything that had happened, besides killing a few necromancers that were surrounding him after he had woken up, and stealing one of their horses. Aeron sighed, slowly shaking his head as he tugged the reigns. The climate was growing notably cold, as he traveled further east of Helgen.