Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150109212250/@comment-5583506-20150119195856

"Hey, sleeping beauty! Wake up!" said Rahjin and shook Rikki on the carriage.

"What?" she murmured. "Let this one have some sleep, yes?"

"We have crossed the border to Cyrodiil", he said.

"Oh... good", she said. The truth was different however. She wasn't the least happy to leave Skyrim behind. Ram was there. But now he had his Elva and she would just get in their way. Yet she couldn't stop to think about him. It hurt...

"What's with the mopey face, hmm?" asked Rahjin. "Khajiit should cheer up."

"She can't", replied Rikki and sighed. "Not when the only person she has loved and ever will love is... behind her..."

"I see", said Rahjin. "Well, maybe you will forget about him in a while? This one has heard that people will buy almost anything now in order to rebuild their lives down here in Cyrodiil. We could make a fortune! A fortune grand enough to attract that runaway man of yours, yes?"

"Perhaps..."

"Good", he said and nodded. "Now, hold the reins for me and I will check in our storage for the first thing to sell."

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"Hey. Hey, Elva!" said Varg. "Is that a... what's it called? A caravan?"