TheShadedOne
The Angry One
Kaliir nodded at his explanation. She couldn't fault him for wanting to travel a bit, and her motives weren't exactly selfless. They were finally on the move, headed towards Morthal, a city or town she had never visited before. As they walked past the group of soldiers, the mage suddenly stuck a hand into the satchel at his side. A flash of concern crossed his face, so quickly that Kaliir wasn't even sure she hadn't imagined it. When they had passed the soldiers and were on the road away from the town of Dragons bridge, the mage pulled his hood up and spoke to her again. "You know, I think we should watch our backs on our way to Morthal." Kaliir didn't bother looking back at the soldiers- they were already too suspicious of them already, it seemed. She did nod very slightly, "that might be the smartest thing I've heard all day." Raising her voice a little, she asked "so what do you know about Morthal? Is it a nice place? Somewhere we're going to receive a warm welcome?"