He stood at the crossroads, map in hand as he decided his next move. Going south towards Markarth and cutting across meant going into Forsworn territory. Following the northern coast and going south from Dawnstar meant snow, cold, and angry tundra animals. But going straight to Windhelm the quick way meant he would absolutely run into angry bandits who wanted a refund in blood.

"I should really be more strategic about where I make enemies," he mused to himself as he considered his options.