He sighed tiredly and moved onto the bed, hesitating before pulling Nana close to him. Morichika was right, the best thing for them was to leave. But where would they go? He spent the time it took trying to sleep thinking about all the places they could go that could avoid Mitsunari and the Empire. There was Hammerfell and High Rock, but the former was a scortching desert and the latter was mostly mountain regions. Black Marsh was dangerous and Elsweyr was just as bad as Hammerfell. Valenwoon wouldn't have worked, Cyrodiil was the Imperial capitol and Summerset Isles was where Motonari called his home. Really, what did that leave? Morrowind? A volcanic wasteland threatened by the very mountain they cherished, Morrowind seemed more like a danger than a haven. There was always Solstheim; it was an island Ieyasu had told him about once, where a good portion of his trading came from. Maybe they could go there? The Dunmer hated the Empire just as much as he did, he only hoped they had room for him and his distraught wife.