Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-3293219-20150319213457

The guards proceeded to shut the gates as the group stepped into the city of Markarth. Arrietty turned around, to get one last look at the path that they had taken, through the narrowing gap between the two large, wooden gates. The road appeared to be completely quiet and deserted, no sign of life, maleficent or benign... It made Arrie breathe a sigh of relief for a moment, until she noticed the faintest flicker on the horizon. A small figure, slowly swaying from side to side was walking towards the group, trudging down the cobble road, leading up to the old Breton city...

Arrietty was only able to get a quick glimpse at his wooden mask and his dull, grey, slightly rustic armour but she knew what she was looking at. It was too much to hope that he'd stay down this time...

Just as his full body came into view, the gates closed, with a loud bang, seperating him from the group as the large walls and gates protected the group... as well as confined it.