Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140202235951

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Rowan wandered the streets of Riften again. now, without a job.

"perfect just perfect"

As he went home he decided to go to the ally again, where the hooded lady, Gwendolynn spoke to him.

once he got there he looked around.

No one.

She wasn't going to show up. That was just wishfull thinking there.

Rowan decided he'd go home. Sort things out. Maybe even find some things he could sell, so he could sustain himself while looking for another job.

Riften looked even more grey than it used to. Moist and fat protruding from walls of erroded mortar which gave the houses a desolate look, the only thing was that people still live in them. And that even because of their horrid state, they were still a hundred times better than his shithole down at the waterfront in the old city district.

Rowan had now reached the old town again, and again passed the paperboy he had bought a paper from a few days ago.

It looked ill. his eyes were hidden in blackend eye sockets and his lips were dried out.

Rowan looked at the boy. Still trying to barter with the same newspapers from days ago.

For a moment he made direct eyecontact and felt a cold shiver come down his spine. he couldn't stand watching the little boy suffer like that so he just turned away from him and walked home.

''I don't have anything to offer him, and he doesn't have anything to offer me. it's business kid...business... ''Rowan thought to himself.

Not long after he had reached his door.

"Home sweet home" he sighed sarcastically

And opened his door.

once inside he searched for a light.

As he sensed off the wall for a beaumanic lamp switch he was greeted by a mysterious male voice

"Goodday mr. Autumn-Arrow"

Rowan quickly found the light and turned it on.

The light filled the chamber and revealed a man sitting down in his desk chair and one though guy behind Rowan and another next to the seated man.

A fat man at that, an Imperial; With slick black hair that was greased up. Expensive suit and buckled shoes. The new 'it' clothing of Cyrodiil's high and mighty... Unfortunately Rowan know this man all to well Cerius Cervanco was his name. he ownes a lot of gambling halls in the new city. Rowan knew him, because he owed this man. Remember when Rowan said that City runs on favours, well this time it was Rowan's turn to hand in a "favour"

Rowan stayed call under the threatening atmosphere this meeting exposed.

"You know, you could've just kept the lights on. How long have you been waiting there in the dark?"

Cervanco dismissed his cheeky question.

"Do you have my gold? Mr. Autumn Arrow?"

he wasn't one for idle small talk. Could tell you that.

"Not yet..." Rowan sighed

"not yet? Not yet? last week you said: Not yet. Last month, you said: Not yet!... I must say Mr. Autumn-Arrow, my patience is running out"

Rowan was quiet. no matter how he twisted or turned it, he could say nothing. Cerius had him completely under his thumb

"sigh... I don't like to do this..."

"Do what?" Rowan asked worried

"Punish you..."

Before rowan knew it he was grabbed by the two goons by his arms.

"hey! let me go!" Rowan struggled

"now now... Don't take it too personal, i'm simply reminding you what happens when you weazel out on me"

"I did not weazel out of you"

"oh but you did" Cerius grinned and looked at Rowan's face. Rowan himself refused to give eye contact.

Cerius then began to stroke his cheeks and eventually padded them pretty weakly.

"Consider this a lesson, for things to come"

Rowan still tried to get rid of the goons, but it was hopeless he wasn't going anywhere.

"You gonna hurt me than?" Rowan asked

"Yes."

"Well then come on, bring me your worst" Rowan beackoned him with his head. he knew he could endure whatever physical violence they could throw at him.

But the blows didn't come, instead Cerius looked around, carefully assessing his suroundings. Untill suddenly his eyes fell on the drawing of Rowan's late family

Rowan's eyes got wider

"No don't..." he muttered

Cerius looked back at Rowan. "This is precious to you? is it not?" he held the old parchment up.

Rowan didn't answer

"Well, like i said... Consider this..." he put the paper close to a candle that he lit earlier.

Rowan tried to stop him. but he was held back by the goons

"Your first..." He watched as the paper slowely burned and the flames spread across the drawing. making the paper curl.

"No!" Rowan shouted, while his head turned red.

"lesson..." he than let go of the drawing after it was completely burned. And stamped out the flame on the ground.

Rowan didn't have the energy anymore to protest. he dropped down on the floor

"i'm sorry... i'm sorry... i'm sorry" he said while he let go of some tears. feeling them roll down his cheeks.

Cerius looked down

"yes... I know you are"

"Come on boys"

"We'll come back next week if we don't get paid by then"

he picked an apple from his fruitbowl and walked to the door and said

"have a nice day"

-

Rowan crawled over the floor, while crying he picked up the paper that once held a drawing of his family. he looked at it, hoping that if he stared long enough he could recognise the drawing in it again, but allas. it was gone.

Rowan then held on thight to the burned piece of paper and curled himself up on his bed. Where he let go of all his tears he held back for that day.