Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-5583506-20150130113718

When Rikki came to her senses again she realised she had been gone for quite a while. She had vague memories about a violent encounter with another Khajiit, about her confessing that she was a thief, and that she had promised some Breton that she would consider to find another way to make a living. She couldn't really tell if the first two had actually happened, she had been drunk alot of times, but she did remember the last...

Perhaps she should follow the advice? Being a thief had been prosperous for as long as it had suited her, but in the end she knew that she would never be remembered if she kept following the path of stealth. Being a thief meant to live... and to die alone. And neither of them sound rather appetizing to her taste.

But then again she didn't really part from this last assignment of hers. Mostly because of her own interest. The necklace was something... else... something she had not encountered before on any job of hers. She had to hold it again. There could be no arguments. She had to find out what exactly it was. From the very moment she had touched it, she had felt some sort of energy surge through her veins and a voice... from beyond had called out to her...

"Honest living", she muttered. "How does one find honest living in a place like this? Especially when Rikki needs to see that necklace again?"

A thought crossed her mind, but it was a dangerous and foolhardy idea. The Companions?

She whined worryingly. "No, Rikki! Don't come up with stupid and deadly ideas! They would kill you if they saw you again... or would they? Khajiit returned their necklace... they have no reason to be at you for coming to them and ask to be one of them, would they? Wasn't that other Khajiit from the Companions? The one that roared at you?"

She swallowed hard. She had decided she would give it a try, but she held little hope that her plan would actually work. She had given up the idea of fullfilling her assignment all together, but she just knew that she had to at least hold the necklace in her hands again. To hear that voice again. One way or another...

With unsteady footing she lumbered her way back to Jorrvaskr... trembling as she took one small step at a time.