Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140202220438

Rowan slowly opened his eyes. The sunlight shone through the coloured glass window. A rare treat for Rowan, since in Riften the sun bearly shined. He rubbed his eyes. And threw the bedsheets of him and walked over to the table where he had dropped his clothes.

He almost fell over a bottle that lay on the ground.

He looked down and saw two empty bottles lie on the floorboards.

Nord mead

He carefully stepped over it and got to his clothes, which he than put on. And went downstairs to the lodge. he stretched his arms in the hallway, which was pretty thight so his elbows hit the walls. A breton wouldn't have had this problem

The Dark Elf owner bid him Good Morning and he replied out of politeness, but he didn't really mean it. Every morning has been absolute shit lately.

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After he had his breakfast and paid, he went outside. When he got to his motorcar, standing in the middle of town square he saw the huge amount of people that had gathered to gaze upon this magnificient machine. The crowd was so dence he had to push people aside

"Sorry, excuse me, pardon, that's my car, let me through, sorry.."

Eventually he made it to the car and put on his goggles and earmuffs.

"Stand back everyone" he requested the people of Cheydinhal as he pulled the lever and the motorcar vibrated into action. Followed by it's clunking noise.

He had to be carefull not to run over any of the people staning by so he sternly pulled his steering wheel to the side and went on his way to the east gate. As he drove off some of the children of the Town tried to keep up with the machine, but it was well on it's way.

Those children now've got somthing they can play with if they "make believe" Rowan noted. As he rode back to Riften. Where he'd soon arrive with the "news" Veneficus had given him