The fisherman denied stealing Rolo's pants and was rather put off by the whole accusation. However, he was nice enough to suggest that the bandits down the steam might have been feeling a bit "rapey" in the night and nicked his slacks. Rolo decided that the fisherman was telling the truth and left both the man and his assets unburden. With a skip and a hop Rolo was off to parley with the "rapey" bandits; to bad the waster was cold...
Sure enough the camp was just up the small steam. Rolo moved up on the camp like a cat moves in on a mouse. He gained a nice high vantage point and surveyed the surroundings. He deduced that there would be no reasoning with these bandits and besides, he was in the mood to burn some shit anyway. Rolo leaped from the rock he was perched on and let out a battle cry that resembled a dying rabbit.
This confued the first two bandits so much that Rolo was able to stab then both in the gallbladder unscathed. The third bandit had a bow and a height advantage that gave Rolo pause, but Rolo was just too quick. The bandit let fly an arrow as Rolo charged him, it missed it's mark and Rolo slammed into the bandit knocking them both from the watch tower to the road below. Before the bandit could get up Rolo had jammed his hand over the bandit's face and let fly the flames.
After he collected himself and his breath Rolo looked around the area and determined it was safe to loot the loot. After a few quick passes Rolo found a suitable garb to wear and made some sexy poses as he looked at his reflection in the near by stream.
The last place to check was the outhouse; everyone knows that is where the best treasure is hidden! As Rolo got closer the smell got worse, and just as he reached to open the door he heard something... The door of the out house burst open and out ran the biggest bandit that Rolo had ever seen! It had to have been the leader; Rolo had interrupted his morning poop and he was not happy. Fortunatly for Rolo the bandit tripped on his own fecal matter and rolled his ankle. As he sat there holding his ankle, covered in his own shit, the bandit begged for his life. Rolo simply said, "No death poop for you!" and stabbed him in the eye...
What a way to start a morning... Rolo gathered the last of what he wanted to carry and decided to head out and continue to Solitude. He figured the best way was to follow the river, and after what he had just been through he also decided to swim...
As he floated down the river, breaking in his new slacks, he took the time to try and remember his past. Alas it was no use, it was just a blank canvas of a mind. Rolo wasn't overly upset, there was no sense of loss in his heart. He had gotten a taste of being a nobody, and he was certainly addicted, however, it did weigh heavy in his mind that he was fresh out of jail. His named needed to be cleared in order to start his new life, and thus the trip to Solitude had to happen.
Eventually Rolo hit land and came across an abandoned camp. According to the journal he found it was an adventurere camp. The occupants had set off into the hills to slay some mysterious beast. Rolo imagined that they were most likely dead, so helped him self to the food and boat he found. The boat was sturdy and he would be able to sail down the river to the water fall bridge and be that much closer to Solitude.
"Arrrrrrr"
"Row row row your boat...."
Eventually Rolo reached the bridge and let the boat slip over the water fall... Solitude was in the distance and Rolo was content with his decision to press on.
The day was getting on by this time, but that was for the best, Rolo would have to sneak his way into the city some how. The guards might know who he was, once inside he wasn't sure what would happen or what he should do, but he did have a hood...
As he neared the out lying farm near the city gate Rolo came across his first patrol. It was only one guard and he slipped by unnoticed.
Rolo made it to the gate of Solitude and was so close to his goal he cold taste it! I guess that's what happens when you lick a gate... But, once again, he was foiled. It was dark and the gate was locked... Rolo gave it one last lick and headed back down the road.
As he rounded the outer wall he discovered a caravan of Khajiit setting up camp. After a friendly chat and some ear rubs Rolo was allowed to stay the night and head into the city in the morning with them as one of their guards.
And so, as the last of the sun's light slipped under the horizon Rolo fell asleep, curled up in a skin tent among the kitty cats. The last thought that entered his mind was "Thank Talos I tied my pants on...... zzzz"
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