Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-3293219-20150406225520

Isaiah wandered outside, sighing heavily as he folded his arms and fell back against the outside wall, slowly lifting his foot to lean against its surface. That brought back a lot of bad memories but at least he was allowed to help this time...

Guards had already covered the duel site, like flies on honey, a few slackjawed locals watched from afar as they tried to network and discover the cause of the blood stains and trying to deduce why the guards were ushering everyone away. The Priest watched, somewhat disinterested as the citizens of Riften blurred together, like bricks, forming a wall.

However, one of them quickly formed and made a shape, a frantic looking Breton man, who rushed over to one of the guards and appeared to be questioning him. Unlike the others, he seemed concerned, like he had a purpose, though Isaiah hadn't seen him before...

He was of average height and had black hair and appeared to be wearing leather armour, more than that, Isaiah couldn't identify but the man appeared to be looking for them or someone at the scene. Perhaps Nissa?

The Priest continued to observe as the guard slowly lifted his finger and pointed to his left, where the man graciously nodded and ran off. Was he looking for a member of Nissa's group? The Redguard couldn't say...

To be honest, he was too tired to care right now.