Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-25126355-20140802134531

Jannia was in her room at the Bee and Barb Inn, writing a letter to her father, detailing her trip so far and explaining her prolonged stay in Riften. With the trial now over, Jannia had begun packing her personal possesions and planning her trip further North towards Winterhold.

Eyjne, however, had been feeling odd ever since the trial. Maven's last words still rung in her ear. She knew that the only thing Maven could offer, was the Guild. But no matter how many times she had argued with Brynjolf, it seemed she couldn't get her worries across to him. Knowing there was no way she'd be able to get close enough to the prison without being caught, all she could do was observe from afar, watching the comings and goings of the guards. When she say the Captain of the guards enter the prison, her gut clenched. When he came out, she foolowed him to the barraks and waitrd, listing to the catter of the guards. The second she herd the word raid, she sprinted to the guilds entrance. Reaching the flaggon, she burst into where Brynjolf's desk was at.