Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312003632

(The Investigators just arrived in Riften, so yeah, that would be a good place for you to start.)

As they rode over the last ridge, the sun had finally settled behind the mountain tops. The crickets were playing in the tall grass and somewhere in the distance there was a raven calling out for his mate.

In the distance they could see Riften's gloomy silhouette. It's worn gates were lit by the vague lights from lantern posts. The moon casted its broken reflection upon the black, still surface of Lake Honrich. The buildings were old and crooked. The rooftops were steep and covered in shadows.

The very city seemed to blend in well with the night, as if it didn't want wayfarers to find it.

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A cemetery would have been a more fitting construction to build upon such a place like this, speculated Sibern at the sight of the dark city.

"Well, we made it", he said. "Let's stable the horses and find ourselves some available rooms at the Bee and Barb."

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Haelga's Bunkhose, named after a very eccentric and strange Nord woman who had lived there about 150 years ago. It had since been rebuilt as a brothel. The proprietor was a seductive Khajiit female by the name of Mi'Siri. She was the woman in charge of all the courtesans working at the place, yet she didn't refrain from working herself. Most men working by the Fishery or the Meadery could testify about her physical skills behind locked doors.