Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5543592-20151011032907

Pierre headed west, straight for Solitude. The road for Dawnstar did lead directly there, after all. He worked his horse non-stop, relentless.

He wasn't sure if he loved Cat. He wasn't sure of a lot of what he'd done over the last few days. But he knew he had to do this.

Then maybe he'd strike out on his out, or something.

He'd had enough of this drama for a while. Frankly, he preferred his lonely life when he was a wandering mercenary. At least then people didn't rely on him.

But then, Pierre wanted to be relied on. Wasn't he contradicting himself?

No- he wanted to be needed. He wanted someone to miss him when he was gone. But he didn't want to be the solution to all their problems.

Thoughts like these raced through his mind as the hooves of his steed clattered across the stone.