Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140202134450

The cobblestone streets of the new city district were almost always wet from the rain. Even if it hadn't rained for days, these stones would still be have been wet. Rowan noted this as he looked down at his feet while he was walking through the ally between the fisheries and the new city. He could feel the man/or woman that was following him get closer and closer.

''If I could turn here, to the new market... Would he still follow me? I mean there are a lot of people there. ''Rowan thought.

He had to keep himself from looking back, if he did maybe he was a dead man. Rowan felt a shiver go down his spine. He never liked the feeling of being watched.

Ah... Mara preserve me... Rowan just couldn't stand it any longer. So he swiftly turned his head while he stood still in the middle of the ally. He thought he'd see some mysterious hooded man. But he was surprised when he saw

Nothing....

it seemed he was worring about nothing. He let out a faint sigh of relief.

But when he turned back forward, a mere 10 inches away from his face, a woman in a black hood stood straight in front of him. he ofcourse staggered back because of the surprise. Almost losing his balance and falling on his back. But he managed to stay grounded

"Wow! You startled me there, sister" he replied

Rowan couldn't see her eyes. The hood threw a shadow over her eyes and nose. Only her cherry red lips were visable and they smiled. She was obviously amused by the starled Nord

"Hello... Rowan" she said in a deep and frankly beautiful voice.

"Ehh? How do you know my name?" Rowan asked her while he straightened his shirt.

"Hmm" she said smug

"We... know a lot about you"

"You know nothing about me, sister. Now move aside" he told her while he slowely pushed her aside and walked off

"We know you have massive debts... You drink to forget, participate in underground brawls at the Ragged Flagon and frequent prostitiues in the Bunkhouse... All because ten years ago your family was killed and you are now angry with the big bad world"

Rowan stopped but he didn't turn to face her, she however, continued.

"Your Father... Your Mother... Your Sister... And well.. You, killed your own Brother"

"What do you want from me?!" Rowan snapped

"I want you... Rowan Autumn-Arrow, to do something for me..."

"hah, why should I?"

The mysterious lady walked over to Rowan. And slowly moved her hand in his hair. Rowan, however did not protest at all, like he was pinned to the floot

"Because, My organisation can get rid of your debts. And if everything goes according too plan maybe even add a little bonus..." She slid her hand down to his chest.

"But, only if you're interested of course" She quickly lifted her warm hand from his chest. Rowan felt the sudden change of temperature, suddenly he was back in the cold streets of Riften.

"And what might that be?"

The woman showed a little smirk from under her hood.

"Well... I need you, to go to Cheydinhal, down in Cyrodiil"

Rowan flinched at the namedrop, but he still showed interest.

"Go on..."

"And find the priest named Veneficus. He's an Imperial."

"And what do you want with him"

"Oh, it's no secret he practices magic... He even teaches. But that's not important. What is important that you give him this ring"

The hooded women showed a golden ring with two serpants intertwined with eachother and an pearl within the middle

"And I want you to tell him. The order needs him"

"wait? what order?" Rowan asked confused

"That's not your concern" she replied stern

She then turned and wlaked away, Rowan just smiled to all of this.

"You know... This all seems pretty 'magic related', You know I could just as easily report you right now."

She then turned back to him.

"Yes, you could... But you won't"

"Well.. Can I at least get your name?"

She laughed.

"Gwendolynn" she then answered. And dissapeared in the shadows.

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"heh" Rowan noted as he looked down at the Ring he was just given.