Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-3293219-20150405134916

Arrietty sat at her table, in the tavern, it seemed to be a friendly atmosphere. Much better than that shit hole in Markarth, why couldn't she have lived here?

The Argonian woman behind the bar was firm but fare, she reminded her of her own mother, in a number of ways. She also liked the atmosphere of the place, many shady but not too threatening characters, littered the environment, some of them were possibly from the notorious Thieves Guild but Arrietty doubted it somewhat, professional thieves don't usually wear tight, leather armour that screams 'thief' out in the open...

She watched as a Khajiit walked in as the sound of his boot, striking the bottom of the door made a sound, that was loud enough to snap her into the realms of reality once again. She shook her head and looked up as she saw him enter, noticing that he seemed to be on the prowl...