Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-6006054-20150411002808

After finishing his meal, Ekrun removed his crossbow from its sling. The weapon was an intimidating specimen, the type of crossbow desgined to easily punch through a fully armored knight from across the battlefield. Ekrun loaded the crossbow. He saw no immediate reason not to. He was no longer in a town, and the string wouldn't lose its tension in the amount of time he planned to keep the weapon drawn. He returned the crossbow to its place at his lower back, carefully avoiding the trigger mechanism as he did so. His journey continued. If he was near the hold's border and had not found resistance clans by nightfall he would set off in a north-eastern arch in the morning. If he did not find the resistance clans by that time, he would skulk around the wilderness near Solitude until they arrived.