Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-25073873-20161129225612

(wow, this is a lot to follow XD.)

Evelyn continued on her way, her eyes always scanning for threats as she approached Whiterun slowly, having preferred to walk from Helgen after she crossed the border to Cyrodiil. There wasn't much to be aware of, as she dimly noted.

The journey was to say, unremarkable, since all she had did was send a few bandits to the afterlife for trying to rob her, stop a bit at Riverwood, which was just terribly boring with no sights, and finally, after more walking, reach the plains of Whiterun.

Good that there were no more enemies who decided to disrupt her path. Evelyn didn't like to fight because she considered weak opponents nothing more than a waste of time. They annoyed her more than angered her. If she was to paint the ground red, she liked to have a little challenge, at least.