Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-24449631-20140901202718

"The Stormcloaks?" Rowan asked loudly with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"I don't think so."

He quickly stood up.

"I'm going home. There's no real other place for me to go, but my family." The young fisherman nodded and wanted to leave.

"You know... You could, come with me."

"it would be a lot safer than out here. Our house is in the north-west of the town. The imperials are coming from the south-east."

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Outside the people of riften either rallied next to the Stormcloaks or fled for cover from the uncoming 'storm'. Mostly the latter, since it was Riften. A city where people tend to care more about themselves.

The superior officer beckoned at Velund.