Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-24449631-20140829194305

By now Riften was well up and awake, and it's streets and markets bustled with commerce and trade. Most of it illegally and with little regard for the Jarl's laws. Who was quite detached with the reality of her city. annoyingly, she refuses to agree with that fact. This ultimately causes that nothing really happens.

And a lot of parties in the city aim to keep it that way.

Still, the city's underground handling for once didn't seem so present today. It looked quite peaceful.

The threat of war had mostly waded, which meant there was at least "one" worry gone.

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People were free to talk with any of the merchents at the stalls:

Kona tried to barter with people over her fish.

Marise sold any kind of food, lovely chilled and fresh.

Grelka, light armor and lessons, if paid enough. and if she could be bothered.

Brand-Shei, Ash Yams and other general goods from Morrowind, or what was left of it.

Balimund was at his backsmith's stand. beating his hammer on some iron armor, in such an angle that people could see his craft.

Madesi was polishing some jewelry he had made last evening.

And Brynjolf had once again found the most over the top sollutions to stopping hair loss, with an elixir made of trollfat and who knows what.