Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150323035824/@comment-11457306-20150325003729

(Figures.)

The light was too dim to see very clearly, even with Pris' keen eyes, but she could see the traveler was female and appeared very young. She waited for the girl to pass and went on to Riverwood. She made a cold camp behind the deserted village, then rose early and went on her way. Breakfast was rabbit, killed with a frost spell.

She was not sure why she felt drawn to Cyrodiil. She only knew that there was no help in Skyrim. The strong and hardy Nords had been decimated. Those remaining were only interested in survival. They had little strength left to even think of overthrowing their new overlords. Even the Dragonborn had turned against them.

She trudged on, passing Falkreath by the high road and then on through the gate and into the mountains which separated the two realms. Her fur cloak once again came into use as she followed the road into the higher elevations.

(I will need help in navigating.  This is as far as my knowledge goes.  Once I leave Skyrim, I have only vague notions of where things are.)