Akil sat in the back of the cart quietly, his right hand around a small book his left propping his chin up, every few moments he would nod his head as the carriage driver rambled on and on about skyrim, traveling, and politics. If Helgen didn't have anything but junniper mead, he wasn't to accomplish any goals there. He had set off and paid a small amount of coins to be taken to Falkreath, yet this old nord was too annoying.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Hm.....Well let me out here."</em></div><br/>Akil spoke sliding the book into his backpack and standing for a quick stretch. The chariot began to slow yet the man's talking continued on.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"I had told them, but they didn't listen, most travelers have-......Wait, that's Peak's Shade Tower."</em></div><br/>The old nord almost whispered looking around as they came upon a ruined tower, Falkreath nearly visible in the distance.<br/><br/><em></em><div align="center">"It's fine....."</div>[/i]<br/><br/>Akil answered him and hopped off the cart in the same motion, his clothes made no noise but the wilderness around them was full of life. It wasn't until he had remembered things he had read about Skyrim that he became nervous, and the fact that his transportation had made their way back without him.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Ooooooooooooh.....That Peak's Shade Tower....."</em></div><br/><br/>He let out a deep nervous sigh, and continued onward.<br/><br/><br/>