Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25127382-20150518072356

As Lavinia neared the border gate, she swiftly got off the road, quickly spotting the enemy. The Imperial soldiers guarding the borders were just as unfortunate as the people of Shor's Stone and Ivarstead.

She was considering shooting them down, but she was heavily outnumbered. She was going to have to remain in Skyrim, as there was no way she would get past the border alone. She headed north once more, into the frozen forests of Skyrim. The constant snow and blizzard would cover both her tracks, and her scent. Her most logical option was Whiterun, as its location and design made it a perfect fortress.

"Surely Whiterun still stands?" she thought as she drew closer to what was once Helgen.