Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-7347061-20140210164935

"Ah, okay, I'll be on my way then." Criken said to the guards, as he walked away. By this pointafter visiting WIndhelm a heavy number of times, he had a prettu good layout of Windhelm, especially the Gray Quarter, since his partner who sold the hides and split a profit with him lived their, he could easily get in with the key to his house. Checking to make sure he was out of sight. He unlocked the door to the house and entered. The house was surprisingly cluttered for such an orgnized man when it came to buisness. He finally made his way to the backdoor. He unlocked it and peeked outside. He couldn't get a clear shot of exactly what was going on since the house was the penultimate house in the Quarter, it was only what he had saw from spying in from the entrance, but this time he could see a Court Mage casting the spell "Soul Trap" at something. But he still couldn't tell exactly what was going on.