Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-24736819-20150312042800

( I'm heading out as well.)

Velaryon walked throught the streets of Riften, that eerie ambience that he learned to live with didn't disappointed him this night.

He noticed that even the beggars refrained from walking outside at that hour, after all the news spread quickly around the city...tales of the new killer in town made most of them cringe and coward into their rustic tents.

The wind blew, carrying the smell of sewer and rotten fish to the streets, sickening the non-locals...but not Velaryon. He was familiar with that smell, even though years had passed since the last time he was there, the memory of those times wouldn’t leave him for nothing

He stopped by one of the street lights and took his notes out, passing through them.