by Kveykva » Fri Dec 09, 2016 1:44 pm
Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - Riften - Tagged:
He was lost. He wouldn't admit it, but he was totally, utterly lost. "I swear I was going in the right direction." Nicholas turned his horse in circles and double checked his map, which was crumpled, poorly drawn, and given to him by a very kind skooma addict from the Redwater den. "Riften has to be around here somewhere, I'm sure of it." He dismounted and stood next to his horse, stroking its side. "Yes, I know it's cold, but I'll get you to a warm stable soon, I promise." His ivory stallion snorted and shook its head, its breath misting in the cold with that of its master. "Well yeah, I know you don't actually feel the cold, but I was trying to be nice, alright?" Nicholas rolled his eyes and checked the map again, realizing this time he'd been holding it upside down the entire time. He frowned and righted it. "Ohhhh, that--Oh, I see okay. Let's be off then!" He tucked the map back into the pocket of his cloak and climbed back on, turning around and setting his horse to a steady gallop, heading towards Riften.
The city of thieves, they called it. Ridden and corrupt, home of both the notorious Thieves Guild and Maven Blackbriar. In Nick's honest opinion, it wasn't quite that bad. The city was quite beautiful in its own way, he was sure, with the looming buildings and the market in the center. Mistveil Keep would certainly catch his eye immediately. It was home to the Jarl, Laila Law-Giver. That's about the extent of his knowledge, however. He tucked his horse into the stables, paying for his stallion's stay before approaching the gate, one of the guards stopped him. "What's the meaning of this? Did something happen in the city?" Nicholas asked. The guard simply shook his head, responding in a harsh Nordic accent. "Visitor's tax. You either pay or you don't enter the city." A visitor's tax? "That's ridiculous." After some persuasion, Nick managed to get into the city at half the visitor tax. Seems I was wrong. This city is corrupt through and through. Maybe the people were nice? The Breton hoped so.