Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-5583506-20141116001113

They eventually reached the gates of Riften. From Myling's point of view she was returning to the place where she had become aware of all her troubles in this world.

I pray that Rowan isn't here, she thought. I couldn't bare the pain...

"Well?" asked Aldoran and adjusted his rucksack. "Are you going to go in or stand there and gawk like a fool? The thieves in this town will find you an easy target if you do."

"What? Oh... oh, yes! We should definitely..." She swallowed hard. "... go in."

By the look of Aldoran's expression she could tell that he knew something was wrong. The young man was no fool.

"We are going to look for some old man by the name of Folkvid", said Myling. "The book I am looking for lies in his possession. Let's just find him and be quick about our business. I don't want to stay in this town any longer than necessary."

"Neither do I", said Aldoran and nodded in agreement. "The thieves here get really nasty when the night comes."

It's not the thieves I fear, she reflected. ''It's to face Rowan once more... and another being... Just as restless as myself...''

She could have sworn that she felt a shadow approaching her as they stepped inside the large towngates, sealing her inside a dead end with nowhere to run if the worst part was yet to come.