Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140624183310/@comment-3293219-20140705211251

Tycho stepped out into the streets of Riften, pulling his hood over his head, to conceal his identity as he stepped out into the streets wandering past the destruction that the invading Stormcloaks had caused as he wandered back to the Thieves' Guild's lair, into the Ratway. He stepped inside, constantly watching his own back as he stepped deeper and deeper inside…

The Halfbreed wandered deep into the Ratway, stepping deeper inside, constantly looking to every gap in the wall, which he encountered and giving them a wide birth. He slowly slid along the wall, pressing himself against the wall as he moved past them; he had always had a strange fear of the Ratway, which wasn’t exactly irrational but the place made him feel… Uneasy…

There were a lot of murderers down here, some said that there were cannibals to but he didn’t believe that, even when people did go missing, they were most likely stabbed by muggers or fell into the canal. As far as he was aware, there weren’t any bodies that turned up with limbs missing or teeth marks in them, though of course, cannibals didn’t sound like a wasteful bunch, so if you were caught by them, you probably wouldn’t ‘turn up’ at all.

Tycho continued to tread deeper into the Ratway, until he found himself at the flagon, home sweet home…

What a dump…