Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150313021631/@comment-5583506-20150318004740

Sibern stepped into a pool of water and cursed. His entire leg was drenched. How he hated this town's guts. Dirt everywhere. The people here were pathetic and truly sad creatures. Just like himself... Maybe that's why he hated Riften? It reminded him too much of himself. Gloomy and carrying loads of bad memories...

The Cemetery of Riften had expanded the last centuries. A portion of the city wall had to be brought down and rebuilt in order to raise more tombstones and mausoleums. A thin layer of mist covered the gravefield and the areas where the grass refused to grow. The ground was so muddy, it was more likely that his foot would sink down right into it and step right in the face of a dead man.

He looked over the spiked iron fence, trying to imagine what the girl had felt when she passed by. He remembered the text fairly enough. Although he couldn't see anything, he could definitely feel it. There was something about this place...