Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-25126355-20140730151154

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Early in the morning, Maven Black-Briar's trial was announced. By the afternoon, most of the town's folk where crowding near the entrance of the keep, hoping to hear something from inside. Jannia was however lucky enough to get inside. Standing closer to the front, but not so much as to risk being seen, she was cloaked from head to toe, trying to cover her face, listening to every word, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. From time to time, she would take notes, eagerly waiting for the trials outcome.

Eyjne, however, felt odd. Something just wasn't right. Maven had been able to stay above the law for so long. In fact, Eyjne couldn't think of a Riften without her. How, or more acuratly, why was it so easy to catch her now? Was her age catching up to her?.. No. Something was just...Off. So Eyjne took it upon herself to "patrol the entrance to the keep, standing inside, but out of sight, hidden in the shadows...