Post by Cyrano on Mar 11, 2012 15:28:41 GMT -6
Cyrano grumbled as he pushed his way through the gate, the chuckling of the guards burning him slightly more than the lightness in his coin purse. He had heard of Riften before, and read a bit about the politics in the area, but he hadn't quite been ready for the look- and smell- of the place. Everything seemed slightly worn and rotted from the lake, and there seemed to be a prevailing scent of fish coming from the canal.
Despite all of his reasons to dislike the place, he managed to pull a thin smile across his face as he made his way towards the center of town. After taking a quick stroll to gather his surroundings and make a mental note of any buildings he deemed important, he found a good spot and leaned up against a post.
He looked a sight tougher than he did last time he'd seen the Legate, fully decked in his polished armor. He had made it a point to dress a little less 'Imperial' than he usually did, but the decorations on his basic armor were still a dead give away. He settled down there, arms crossed and eyes wandering as he waited for his superior to arrive.
Despite all of his reasons to dislike the place, he managed to pull a thin smile across his face as he made his way towards the center of town. After taking a quick stroll to gather his surroundings and make a mental note of any buildings he deemed important, he found a good spot and leaned up against a post.
He looked a sight tougher than he did last time he'd seen the Legate, fully decked in his polished armor. He had made it a point to dress a little less 'Imperial' than he usually did, but the decorations on his basic armor were still a dead give away. He settled down there, arms crossed and eyes wandering as he waited for his superior to arrive.