Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170921114614/@comment-24736819-20170928133134

Once again, Brun saw himself alone with his prisioner on the road. The prision-carriage which he got from Winterhold was still holding its own even through unexpected obstacles.

"I knew you wouldn’t just leave me there, mr. Brun. We have a connection, I can feel it and so can you.", the Countess snickered.

By now, the nord already got used to the woman's constant nagging, so he refrained from acknowledging her words.

"You won't be able to keep quiet the whole journey to Helgen, my dear. You'll talk, eventually...", she continued.

...

It was a starry night when the guard and his prisioner finally caught a glimpse of Whiterun on the horizon. Brun had his doubts, but hopefully he'd get some information about the High Queen and the latest falmer attacks.