Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140201150619

When Rowan walked into the old town of Riften he had to avoid the puddles of distilled moonstone extract. A material used to oil machinery and also a good conductor for the transport of beaumanic energy.

Some street lamp is probably leaking Rowan thought to himself.

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A newspaper boy was bartering the latest edition of the Riften Black Horse Courier in the middle of the Old Town Square. Where 10 years ago, the centre of commerce of the City of Riften was situated. Now it was an empty lot. And only on Morndas some market stalls would sell meat and vegtables. Rowan walked over to the boy, he was poor, and probably did this because he was forced by honourhall.

I'll have one. Little man. Rowan said to the paper boy.

That'd be 5 septims, sir.

Rowan stumbled around in his pocket. As he could just make up 6 septims.

"here... keep the 6th one"

After that none of them said a word, the boy just gave Rowan his paper. And went back to bartering with other citizens.

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COLLEGE OF WINTERHOLD STILL WON'T NEGOCIATE

The headline read.

Seems those mages won't give up...

Rowan didn't care too much about the ongoing Adamantine War between the Empire and the Mages community. The only thing it ment for him was that he couldn't go to Highrock, Morrowind or Summerset (because they are the only places were magic can still be practised). Not that he'd want to. but still.

He continued reading while he walked to the Bunk House. He needed to unwind.