Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-11457306-20140725001042

Alyssa was already growing weary of the aimless banter. She cleared her throat. Loudly.

"With all due respect, Arcum, Endriel, we cannot make plans from here.  We need more information.  In order to do that, we need to get into Riften.  To do that, we need a base of operations.  We can't come running back here if we get in a jam.

The hive has been stirred up and we need to let it settle again before we go back for the honey. Our new base is therefore the most important. Once we get that going, the Imperials and that traitorous Jarl will have ceased their efforts to search for us so diligently. Perhaps they'll even think we're dead if we circulate the right rumors. Then we can move in, with people who are not so well known, like Dani here, or even Arcum, if he's willing--or some of his people, who won't be recognized. Endriel and I will need to keep a very low profile, unless we can find our face sculptor again."