Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150401175844/@comment-25828117-20150403211051

Arik rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Outside the faint sound of morning chirps accompanied by the occasional crow from the resident rooster could be heard through the wooden walls of the inn. It proved the be a sunny, yet chilly Skyrim morning in Riverwood.

For a moment the Redguard looked up at the ceiling from his room, before eventually making himself ready to get fresh water from the river across the Inn.

He padded himself down before leaving his room.

“Keys… Purse…”

Until he suddenly stopped and looked back at his night table. His grandfather’s map lay there, folded carefully next to the extinguished candle. So he quickly reached down to put it where it belongs. His pocket.

When he was all set, he left the Inn with a huge empty jug.

Once outside, he noticed some shady looking bunch across the road, leaning on the fence.

