Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-10197675-20131013175615/@comment-176.24.94.163-20131015202736

Keerava was tapping her fingers on the desk, eager to get out and actually do something. The place was robbed, again. By none other than the Thieves Guild. Ever since it was restored she had to pay 100 septims a week, she hardly made that much. It was as if Vulwulf still owned this place with all the money he put in to ale and mead. She remembered she still had Wud-Ne's gear downstairs and a bag of septims in her safe. Well, some of it. She had to give it to the Thieves Guild when she couldn't pay in coin. All she had left was one ebony sword and 100 septims.

Keerava: You two are running the place now! I'll be back to visit from time to time. Hope you get enough money to visit Black Marsh again! I'm going for something I'd never thought I'd do. An adventure! I'm going to go to Whiterun, get some gear and some training, maybe join The Companions, I don't know. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine!

With that sudden announcement, she grabbed the sword and the septims, and set off to Whiterun, towards Valtheim Towers.