Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171107212103/@comment-17114085-20171125191004

(Yeah, I was just waiting for Red.)

They march through the redguard territory was rather uneventful for the allied forces and they eventually found themselves in the outskirts of the Colovian fortress by the desert.

"We didn't run into them along the way so the Knight-General and his men must've already arrived." Ysabel muttered. She took a drink of water, she was not used to the heat of the desert. Last time she had to endure something like this was nearly two decades ago in Elsweyr.

(I'll RP the father-son talk in parallel, but it all happened during the march south.)

As he rode south, Kyrnil looked over once in a while to spot Eorlund. He was still trying to think of what to say to the lad, he felt very nervous and awkward about the situation. He thought back to last time he had been in Helgen, when Eorlund was still a young child. He recalled that shy kid clinging to Lisa's leg and hiding behind Mendel. He grunted. ''Even if he is my blood, I was not his father. Mendel raised him with Lisa, raised him as his own. Did he know, did he care? How long has the kid known?'' He wondered.

Eorlund looked over his shoulder at the Harbinger. ''That old man really isn't going to make the first move? What a prick. After all he did he doesn't have the guts to even talk to me after learing the truth in Evermore. Guess he really didn't know anything like mother mentioned.''