Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150921221737/@comment-25828117-20150924224009

Meanwhile,

Alain and his merry band had reached the crossroads the road down to Falkreath. And entered the forest hold. Down, ready to cross the Jerall mountains and into Cyrodiil.

Percival rode up to Alain. His lord had been quiet for most of the journey so far.

"My lord? Something the matter?"

Alain looked to his right, as Percival appeared at his side.

"Not really. I was... I was thinking of that band we met at the inn."

"Those unmannered peasants?" Percival snubbed.

"Yes. Those." Alain said, not wishing to argue with Percival about the nature of their social or economic status.

"Well, don't worry about them, My lord. They're long gone."

"I know, there was just something... Something about them. Especially that quiet Imperial that seemed to avoid me."

Percival pouted his lips, as he tried to rationalise for Alain.

"Maybe they were wanted? Criminals? I wouldn't be surprised..."

The nobleman laughed at that.

"Wanted peasant criminals? That book rooms in fancy inns? I think not, dear Percival."

Alain looked back, wishing to see the road behind him but instead got greeted by the visage of one of his banner carriers. The lower man simply nodded sheepishly at his better.

"You think someone's behind us, my lord?" Percival asked, reading Alain's look to the back as an act of suspicion.

"No. Just... Looking back is all." The man replied.

"The road to the Imperial City is long, my lord. Best keep your eyes to the front."