Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-25382277-20140908155344

The Khajiit got impatient but then realized that this guy was obviously totally distracted by something. By what, he didn't even look. Instead, he spontatniously went behind the counter himself and took three bottles of ale and then sat on a table.

In case he was seen, he couldn't care less at the moment. He simply began to drink.

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Valenius had no ace left, Fokiir just teared it apart.

He had underestimated him. He couldn't but face it, and let him go.

The two took different paths from that moment, although both were still heading for Riften.

Each on his own eventually encountered Imperial Scouts that would report that the battle was ultimately lost.

Valenius then decided to back to the camp at the shores of Lake Honrich while Fokiir consequently went to visit the city of Riften, unsure of what he's actually supposed to do there.