Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-5583506-20161127164858

Rikki scoured the wall tops of Whiterun, playfully skipping from the various posts with perfect balance as she finally landed on the side of the roof to what appeared to be some big mead hall. Jorrvaskr they called it. Supposedly some sort of home to great warriors called the Companions. But warriors or not, they had nothing on Rikki. Or so she would like to think.

She was quick, agile, and nimble, and had a tendency to slip away from fights without her opponent even knowing. Seeing as the Companions most likely made a great living, killing all matter of creatures and people out in the wilderness, they would make a perfect target for her thieving skills.

Slick as a weasel, she crept in through one of the windows in the ceiling, landing softly in the shadows of a dark nook. Now all that remained was to creep around and discreetly turn the place upside down until she found something shiny that would fetch a good price with a local fence.