Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797179-20170122010746

Ralof and Faolan winded their way through the forsted hillside, the sounds of battle dying as they slowly distanced on. Faolan couldnt help but glance back every so often so that there was no mounted soldier galloping at them, Imperial or Aurean.

They crossed a small stream which went up to Faolan's knees, then down a cravass and up the other side. Ralof suddenly came to a hault.

"You are an Imperial?" Ralof shouted, Faolan creeping up behind him to get a veiw of what Ralof was looking at, he was surprised to see an Imperial soldier, scantly armour look up at the pair of them exhausted and in shock. He didnt reply.

"Relax, we mean no harm, although I am a Nord my axe is sword to the Emperor."

"How can I trust you?" The Imperial said, he looked like a young enough man, almost ready to take off running.

"Are you heading to Cheydinhal? We are also on our way. The area will be thick with Aurean soldiers very soon." Ralof said, the Imperial looked a lot less tense.

"Yes I am, we were overrun. Then hurry on then, if we're spotted we are gonna be brought to Skyrim as slaves!" Ralof and Faolan followed the man as they hastily made their way eastward.