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The harbour of Riften seemed quiet. The two nords quickly docked the ship.

Heppni tied it to a tiny ship bollard on the wooden docks, and Rowan lowered the sail.

The silence on the normally busy docks was quite haunting. Only further down, in the city you could hear screaming and clashing of steel. Something big was going on.

"Hurry." Heppni practically ordered his son.

Rowan quickly followed his father, seemed like fighting of some sort had broken out in the city.

"I hope Ma, Sterk and Kona are safe..." Rowan said as he stood behind his da.

"They are. Don't worry." The father said as he entered the city while resting his hand on the pommel of his sword, ready to strike and protect if necessary.

Rowan did the same, and entered the town.