Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150921221737/@comment-5583506-20150927011926

"Where might this woman be heading in such a hurry?" asked the carriage driver, slightly tilting his head to look at the Khajiit.

Shakti looked down into the ground somberly. She was not happy that it had to come to this, but the sooner she left to find her sisters, the better for everyone, lest they would have to put up with her constant anxiety over their uncertain fate.

"As far south to the Cyrodiilic border as possible", she replied with her voice in a gloom.

The driver shook his head. "I can't take you that near the border. I can take you as far south as to Falkreath, but from there on you will have to walk if you want to cross over into Cyrodiil."

"Fine then", murmured Shakti with a face void of expression and emotion.

Sorry, Gabriel...

She paid the driver and sat up on the carriage. She folded the hood on her robe over her head and lied down back, ready to get some sleep. It looked as if it was going to rain soon, or maybe it was just her imagination? Everything just seemed to be in the grey for some inexplicable reason...