The Road to Riften
25 Last Seed
Well, the time has come for me to say goodbye to Riverwood. I've imposed on Alvor and his family long enough, and I'm eager to find a place of my own.
After spending the last two days preparing for the journey -- selling useless gear, forging arrows, and whatnot -- I struck out this morning for the eastern city of Riften. I wisely asked Faendal to accompany me there.
The road was long, and also swarming with divines-damned wolves. This time, they did not get the drop on me. We must have killed two dozen of the mangy, bloodthirsty curs.
We were also ambushed by a gang of bandits, after one of their number pretended to be a recently robbed victim, and asked us to escort him back to his camp. Once we got there, out popped 5 of his cronies to try and kill us. We killed them instead. Crikey, you just can't trust anyone these days. Lesson learned.
When we finally got to Riften, it was after dark. The guards tried to shake us down for an "entry tax," but they backed down as soon as it was clear I wasn't duped. I'm thinking this city is has a seedy underbelly.
I'd barely set foot inside the gates when some muscle-bound meat-head saw fit to warn to me that the Black-Briars run the town, with the backing of the Thieves Guild. I'd barely set foot inside the Inn, when a shady character by the name of Brynjolf approached me and tried to imply I was some kind of criminal, which is frankly offensive. I came by every shilling of my gold honestly. I chopped wood, I harvested vegetables, I made and sold potions, and I hunted game to make leather. This douche-bag wouldn't back off. I eventually had to just turn and walk off in the middle of his blather.
Well, the time has come for me to say goodbye to Riverwood. I've imposed on Alvor and his family long enough, and I'm eager to find a place of my own.
After spending the last two days preparing for the journey -- selling useless gear, forging arrows, and whatnot -- I struck out this morning for the eastern city of Riften. I wisely asked Faendal to accompany me there.
The road was long, and also swarming with divines-damned wolves. This time, they did not get the drop on me. We must have killed two dozen of the mangy, bloodthirsty curs.
We were also ambushed by a gang of bandits, after one of their number pretended to be a recently robbed victim, and asked us to escort him back to his camp. Once we got there, out popped 5 of his cronies to try and kill us. We killed them instead. Crikey, you just can't trust anyone these days. Lesson learned.
When we finally got to Riften, it was after dark. The guards tried to shake us down for an "entry tax," but they backed down as soon as it was clear I wasn't duped. I'm thinking this city is has a seedy underbelly.
I'd barely set foot inside the gates when some muscle-bound meat-head saw fit to warn to me that the Black-Briars run the town, with the backing of the Thieves Guild. I'd barely set foot inside the Inn, when a shady character by the name of Brynjolf approached me and tried to imply I was some kind of criminal, which is frankly offensive. I came by every shilling of my gold honestly. I chopped wood, I harvested vegetables, I made and sold potions, and I hunted game to make leather. This douche-bag wouldn't back off. I eventually had to just turn and walk off in the middle of his blather.
I'm not sure this city is right for a straight-arrow like me, but I hear it's the only place in Skyrim where you can buy a house without first becoming a hired killer for the Jarl. I'll check the town out in the morning, try to determine if there is any honest work to be had around here.
Meanwhile, I've rented a room at The Bee and Barb. Faendal is standing guard outside my door.
Meanwhile, I've rented a room at The Bee and Barb. Faendal is standing guard outside my door.
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