Dovakiin. Skyrim Role-play {New and accepting!}

[Sperophim]

{Hmm... How can we bring our charters together?}

[Twistedsystem]

(((Hmmm, I dunno. Maybe They'll meet on their travels, or in Riften?)))

[Sperophim]

{Sounds good. What if one of the merchants in Windhelm is having trouble with robberies so Aoibh goes o Riften to check it out?}

[Twistedsystem]

(((Sounds good. They're both Dragonborn though. Maybe your character could be pursuing mine to help stop Alduin?)))

[Sperophim]

{That's a good idea. Should my character already know or somehow yours knows or thy get into a fight and both use shouts? That would be kinda funny.}

[Twistedsystem]

(((Oh yes...A fight xD Definetly.)))

[Sperophim]

{Okie dokie!}

Aoibhe finally returned home from a day of shopping and selling. She trudged up the stairs to Hjerm's second story and flopped down on her bed. It was only four o'clock, but she was pooped. Suddenly, a knock on a door.

Aoibheanne groaned. "Cooooming...." She whined before stuffing her face into her pillow. She got up slowly and trudged down the stairs. "Yes?" She asked, opening the door and failing to act happy. It was Sadri. He looked startled by Aoibhe's grumpyness.
"Err... Could I ask a favour?" Sadri asked.
"Shoot." Aoibheanne said plainly, leaning against the door.
"You remember how I never deal in stolen items?" The Elf asked. Aoibhe's nodded. "Well," He continued. "I believe one of my dealers is in league with the Theives Guild!"
Aoibhe' sighed. "You want me to investigate?" She asked. Sadri nodded.
"Alright. I'll set off in the morning." Aoibheanne stated reluctantly. Sadri exclaimed thanks and hurried back to the Grey Quarter. Aoibhe went back upstairs and to bed, sleeping until early the next morning.

The next morning she cooked some beef, wrapped it in fabric, changed into her armor, and went to the carriage outside of Windhelm. "Take me to Riften." She demanded, tossing the driver twice as much as he asked for.

Aoibheanne finally arrived in Riften. She stood at the gate, unsure of what to do next.

[Twistedsystem]

J'kier led his son out towards the market, and began glancing side to side with unease. The khajiit looked back at J'len,

"So, where is this contact of yours, son?" He began pacing around, his ears flattened and his lip lifted into a scowl,"Because I see these people everyday. They're just merchants."

J'len bit his lip,"I dont know. Brynjolf assured me they'd be here."

[Sperophim]

Aoibheanne raised an eyebrow to see two Kajiit inside a city's walls. Securing her ebony helmet, she walked up to them. Aoibhe didn't look suspicious at all.
"Hello." She said.

[Twistedsystem]

J'kier eyed the nord and frowned, giving her a disapproving gaze. J'len however, gave her a coy smile,

"Hello. Im J'len Novak, and this," he paused, gesturing to the larger Khajiit,"Is my father, J'kier Novak. Do you require assistance?"