Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312023037

"Mind your manners, while you are here", stated one of the city guards to Felix, before they opened the worn iron-bound gates of the shady town.

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Mi'Siri only nodded slowly as she seemed unaware that he was leaving. She would need a great deal of drinking to mend these news...

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"We will be staying here at the inn and order a couple of rooms", said Sibern to Talvar. "I am expecting that we will remain here for some time."

He entered the Bee and Barb, and just as soon as he entered the place, the sounds of commotion struck his mind. The very air was pierced with the stinging scent of ale and vomit... and sweaty genitals. He couldn't understand how people could enjoy evenings like these. He decided to sit back at a lonesome corner of the inn and rest his head for a moment.

So far the sights hadn't returned, but this place... this town... There had always been something about Riften which put his paranoia level on its highest and caused his nerves to remain as sharp as ever, as if to warn him about something. There was indeed something special about this place, something... He didn't even know if there was a word for it. But he generally felt uneasy just being in this town. And he was sure that the others felt it as well...

(Brace yourselves. Two more posts and another one is gonna bite the dust!)