Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312000717

Garulf sighed and made a gesture with his hands. "This is Riften, Geralt. We have never kept track of our citizens. People are born in secret without our knowledge, and then they die in secret, mostly because they don't want to be acknowledged as citizens in this pile of horse dung of a city. Our last official count was somewhere around three maybe four thousand inhabitants?"

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The sun slowly crept down below the tree tops. Clouds were scattered all over a dusky twilight sky. The group were soon within just a few hours reach of Riften. They could in the far away distance hear the evening bells of the Temple of Mara ringing out. Celebrating the late hour of the day, or lamenting the loss of the dead...

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"We are getting closer", stated Sibern and began to feel uneasy.

As the darkness was slowly creeping in over Tamriel, he could swear that he saw things in the corner of his eyes.

Not again...

Dark beings... Moving shadows... All staring at him, mocking him with their peculiar silence...

He needed to take another dose, but was unwilling to do so whilst riding out in the open with the others. He had no intention of lowering their faith and confidence in him.

Just a while further, he told himself, ignoring the shadows as they crept closer... and closer...