Ride Fast, Ride Far

When you're on the run from someone you tend to make bad decisions.  Like running to begin with, see stronger people mount a stand fight their enemy until the enemy fears them and legends are created around their bravery (or so I've heard, you know those legends tend to be written by people who got their asses kicked by a small group, perhaps they are exagerating what happened to explain their total failure as a military force?).  Me I run, I run fast, I run far, I run until I have nothing left in me to run.

It's kep me alive this whole time, when there is a problem I should be confronting I run from it.  Like I had a destination for an internment camp, but I still spent days running from the soldiers who were purusing me.  I could have probably turned around, killed them, and then moved on, but thats not my nature.  I tend to only fight when cornered, or angered, or when I'm annoyed.  Basically if you've upset me look out.

I actually think I rode faster and farther than I needed to, eventually I found the southern coast line and heard or saw no tracks from my pursuers.  I don't even know if they were following me, or were looking for me in general outside of me being a horse thief now. Either way with me finding the coast, I could easily locate myself on the map I had aquired and from there I could figure out a way to get to the internment camp.  Didn't know exactly what I would do when I got to the camp, if it would still be there, or what they were interring there to begin with (I mean the map looked fairly oldish, so I doubt this was a new for the war location).  All the same if I was going to rescue Morley that would be a good place to start, or to cause trouble, or just mess things up in general. And if there was ever something I was good at, its messing things up! So with a destination in hand, I made my preperations, fed and watered the stolen horse (I'd been riding haphazardly so the poor thing was hungry and making weird wheezing noises), gathered up some flammable materials (just in case) and said a prayer to whatever god would support a damn fool like myself and set off on another dumb adventure.