Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312010449

(Recap for Sunny. The Investigators have reached Riften. Geralt have begun his investigation of a murdered prostitute who was been flayed and had her stomach removed. That's about it.)

The stablemaster yawned. "There are plenty of people dying in Riften", he muttered. "Drugs, starvation, childbirth, murder. I tend not to care what goes in inside those accursed walls. As long as I have my health and my horses, I am fine."

Sibern turned away for the moment, picking up the case hidden inside his inner coat pocket.

"But sure", said the old man and limped his way over to the stables with the lanter all a-glow. "You may store your creatures here. That will be 2 gold, each night for each and every one of your horses.

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Mi'Siri tried to find the words, but instead she found only tears running from her eyes. "Did... did she suffer? No, this one does not want to know..."