Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150420010641/@comment-25828117-20150422132510

(Well, there's technically two groups no? like pro-Kay and pro-dead Kay. But I digress)

Arik looked around, no one in sight that could notice him.

He sighed, and looked down one more time. He held his grandfather's map, as always. It had become some sort of safekeep that made him go on after all those troubles he has endured since he left the Sleeping Giant Inn all the way back in Skyrim.

After that, he quickly folded it back into his pocket. And padded it. To make sure it wasn't going to fall out. Even if it would have to defy the laws of gravity to do so. the redguard looked back at rest.

So long...

He then put his cape on, to protect him against the cold of the hammerfellian nights. And left in the middle of the night.

He couldn't risk remaining with them. They proved to be more unhinged and dangerous than he could have ever imagined. Too powerful... And scary.

He hoped they'd understand, and they would be able to find some other purpose.