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Rowan looked up from his work, the furnace in wish he was shoveling coles always looked like an evil clown face. in his opinion anyways. he swept the sweat away from his forehead. Untill suddenly. The whistle. he could clock out now.

He took his jacket and quick stepped outside the door, the factory where he was working had the loudest equipement in all the Rift. He was glad he could leave. once he got outside he breathed in the air of Lake Honrich. After that he couched.

it just doesn't smell like it used to...

the air looked brown because of the smoke of the chimneys. he just shrugged it off and walked to the "old town" of Riften. The Old city was still guarded by the old city gates, that had now fallen in decay. behind them lay the oldest buildings of the city. That had expanded enormously since the opening of the Black-briar Factory.

I need a drink Rowan thought to himself.

As he went inside the old city he was almost rran over by one of those newfangled beaumanic powered automobiles. The bloody thing chucked across the cobblestone streets amking a hell of a noise, because of the black tinted windows you could not see who sat in the cabin.

Rowan, again shrugged. It didn't matter, "these rich basterds don't care about us anyways" he said to himself aloud