Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131213024337/@comment-4441359-20131214001245

The Riften stables were as silent as the grave. John had been feeding the horses for weeks now, and they made no noise as he entered. He quickly moved to the back, where Hogfir's prize steed was kept. He was already saddled, and made no nise as John mounted him. One of the guards wandered over on his rounds, and was surprised to see a figure he assumed to be Hogfir riding away in the middle of the night.