Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150116143746/@comment-25038310-20150118084901

Antoine, on his horse, looked back, slightly regretting leaving La'ira - but fate just wasn't that kind.

''Either way.. Whiterun. ''

He looked over the city - frm afar, he noticed a group standing at the stables. He took the reigns of his horse, and gained some more speed, leaving a small cloud of dust in his wake.

Maybe they're the group that I'm looking for?