Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150401175844/@comment-12599067-20150404170559

(Great time to try and reinsert myself into the story, methinks.)

Clarent had been lucky last time. He'd been able to get away from his pursuer-- or maybe it had let him go? He liked to think it was the former, but he suspected that it was just wishful thinking and his pursuer was still out there.

Claren't hadn't dared to venture north of the pine forests, because the plains of Whiterun wouldn't offer anywhere to hide, and heading towards Markarth wasn't exactly a safe bet. That left him with the choices of going south to Cyrodiil and going east to Riften. For the sake of avoiding the Empire's soldiers, he opted to head east.

That had been about two days ago. He hadn't seen his newfound shadow since, but he knew that he wasn't safe out in the wilderness. The trees of the Rift's forests, as beautiful as they were, probably wouldn't save him from being cut in two if he/she/it found him. No, he had to make it to Riften. And from there...

...

Well, at least his plan was flexible.