Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-5583506-20141116010539

Rowan Autumn-Arrow wrote:

I must get back to Riften. (Uh-oh! :O)

Riamide hadn't specified where exactly Folkvid lived. She had simply told Myling: "You will know his house when you see it." However that didn't make the least sense.

"You seem lost", chuckled Aldoran. "Better not show it to these scum."

"Quiet you", she mumbled. "I am looking for signs."

"Signs?"

"Signs as to where an old man with a book about ghost oaks might live?"

"Ah, can't help you there. Thought you knew where you were going?"

"So did I."

As she scanned through the streets she decided to rest up on a bench and reflect over Riamide's words.

"Still no luck?" asked Aldoran, who was sitting next to her.

"Hush, I am thinking."

"This is a town where nearly everybody is an illiterate. Knowledge doesn't mean a pig's spit to these scoundrels. I am just saying that you will have a hard time to find a bookstore, if that's what you are looking for."

"I pray to the Divines that he doesn't live in the Ratway", lamented Myling. "But then again, if I knew my own history about luck and fortune, I would have known that that would be the first place to look for him."

And a good way to avoid Rowan as well...

Aldoran leaned back on the bench. "You are doing that again..."

"Huh? Doing what?"

He smiled. "You have been looking over your shoulder ever since we arrived here. You look just like a lost little puppy who is constantly on the lookout for its master. Be honest with me. You are not just scouting for this Folkvid, are you? You are hiding from someone or something as well. Am I right?"

Lost little puppy...

"Well, not that it's really any of your business, but... yeah, you are right. I will give you that much. However, I will not tell you why I am afraid that he shall find me."

"Aaah", exclaimed Aldoran in a tone of sudden enlightenment. "So it's a he?"

Myling sighed. She didn't know what to say. "Just... just be quiet, please?"