Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-24449631-20140910010919

The Inn was your average single floor straw and wood inn with slight holes so the heat of the massive fireplace in the middle could escape.

Inside it was warm and cozy, as one would expect.

The clientelle at the moment seemed limited:

A few Nords, probably village people or the odd pilgrim who's here for High Hrothgar.

Rowan walked over to Wilhelm, the Inn keeper, who've he's had the pleasure to meet before.

Most of the time when wood was needed in Riften it came from Ivarstead. And often than not Rowan came along with his father to help.

"Hey, Wilhem...

...Thanks a lot, kinsman. Appreciate it."

Rowan walked back to Myling

"Got ourselves two rooms for 10 gold."