Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131206221138/@comment-24420533-20140211224713

"When my arrow pierces your flesh, the pain will be to great and your little summoned buddies will fade away, like the darkness does in the light. I suggest you mve along before the guards get involved. They don't take kindly to one of Riften being attacked." She didn't flinch or look at the others, but had her eye focused on Pseu as well as her arrow. This was all happening before the guards of Riften, who have started their way towards the pair, swords drawn and bows and arrows ready, the guards shouting for them both to stand down and move along. Respecting the guards of her home, she relaxes her grip, places the arrow in its quiver and hangs her bow around her herself, the top of it resting on her shoulder, the bottom beneath her left arm. She hops down off her horse, leads him back to the stables, where she leaves him, and calmly walks back to the gates and re-enters the city, leaving the other with nothing more than a rude hand gesture and softly spoken words, "Careful now. Attacking the innocent will get you nowhere. Attacking a resident of Riften will get you nowhere. I suggest that you do as they say and move along. You do not belong here and never will." She vanishes inside the gates, where she escapes down to the Ragged Flaggen, and out of site and out of mind. She will hunt for money and food when night falls.