Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140201191532

Rowan looked at the ceiling, it had gotten late. he did not need to watch outside to see if it was dark, he just knew, not that it mattered anyways. it has always been dark for 9 years now, since those factories were built. Not a day went by without clouds. he was smoking his pipe, tobacco all the way from hammerfell. Since the industrialisation, goods from other provinces were much more common and cheaper.

Honey, don't forget about me... Rowan looked at his side. Sedia lay next to him. He took a long drag and passed on to her, without looking away from the ceiling.

"Do you think it'll ever get better?" Rowan asked Sedia

Sedia didn't pay any attention to his question, so Rowan dropped the notion he ever asked. For a few seconds he just kept lying there, eventually he got up and walked to the chair.

"you going?" Sedia asked.

"yeah, imma go..." he said while he put his shirt back on.

"Same time next week?"

"You bet" Rowan looked at Sedia with a small grin.

He then walked over to her and beckoned for his pipe. She took one long drag before handing it over to him and slowly blew the smoke in his face. Rowan didn't flinch at all. While he took his pipe back and extinguished the flame. Sedia sat up in the giant bed but covered her body with the bed sheets, Riften had gotten colder these past ten years.

"Bye..." she remarked with her slow voice

"Bye, till next time" Rowan finished. While he walked out.

he then walked downstairs and out the door. Outside it was even more cold, so he thightend his scarf and then closed the door of the Bunkhouse behind him. And then went home... Down the now stone staircase that led to the ratwey level houses. Some might say living in the old town makes you rich. But Rowan was far from rich, so were all the others living so close to the water.