Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-11457306-20140404035606

Rhiannon found the closest tavern and drank Colvian Brandy for a while, then went to find a bathouse. The city was in shambles, so none was available. She opted for washing up in the first relatively clean fountain she could find. She then found an inn to doss down in for the night. In the morning, she decided, she'd hire a wagon and a few mercs and take her gold back to Skyrim.

I'm not staying here. I'm a pariah wherever the Legion is. It no longer bothered her, though. She was wealthy enough that she'd soon have suitors lined up at her door. The though made her smile, briefly. It faded quickly though. Having lots of suitors and finding true love were two different things.

She rolled over and went to sleep, punching her pillow. She'd figure it all out on the journey back.