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They just left the Cabot House, talk about family drama, and were returning to Goodneighbor. Hancock was counting their caps, and Penny was eyeing up the Mysterious Serum she had swiped. She really wanted to taste the high that something like this could give her. They stopped at Daisy’s and sold her some spare loot they acquired on the trip before going to crash in the Old State House. Hancock immediately flopped down onto the couch, Penny sent a wink to Fahrenheit as she popped some mentats. “Share some with the rest of us,” Hancock said, hands on Penny’s hips pulling her and the drugs to himself. She sank to his l

Swords and boots clanged in Tansy’s bag as she walked into Riften’s market. She dropped it in front of Grelka, who silently went through it and sorted out what she wanted. Tansy removed the rest while Grelka counted out the gold. She sold the rest to Brand-Shei and dropped a few gems off at Madesi’s jewelry stand before going to see Balimund, the smith. He was hammering dents out of a guard’s shield; upon seeing Tansy arrive, he stopped and smiled up at her. “Good haul today?” “Less than I’d like. Bandits are making themselves scarce around here.” “Likely because they’ve heard

The tavern was on the other side of a large pool of sewage. She walked around it towards the actual tavern and saw the man with the fiery hair leaned over the bar talking to  bartender. He wasn’t wearing the fancy clothes he had on when they met. “I’m telling you Brynjolf, those days are over,” the barkeeper said. “I’ve got a feeling about this one, she’s different,” Brynjolf said. “We’ve all heard that before,” a third man said. A man got up when he saw Tansy approaching. If he hadn’t moved, Tansy would’ve never noticed him. He glanced briefly at her and walked ove

The Riften market reeked of fish, sweat, leather, and coal smoke. Tansy distributed her loot among the vendors in exchange for coin, training, and potions. The scent of sewage assailed her nose, again. She first noticed it when she was in the tavern, and several other times while she sold her goods. It was the fire-haired man from the tavern, he was now standing in the shadows of the blacksmith’s house. Irritated, Tansy went over to confront him, “Why are you following me?” “Can’t help but notice your pockets are a little light,” his voice was deep and sultry, with an intriguing accent. “Why is that

An old woman ushered a group of children inside, women huddled and whispered, men looked to her in disgust as she strode into Riften covered in the gore of a bandit group who thought they could rob her. She glared at them and opened the door to the tavern the Bee and Barb. “Come in, have a seat. I’ll be by with drinks,” An Argonian woman called to her. She found an empty table in the corner and unslung her rucksack from her shoulder. She took in the room, checking for possible threats before she removed her sword belt and set her shield aside. A group of Nords sat quietly with their drinks, a dark haired woman with fair ski

“Someone needs to bring news of the dragon to the Jarl,” Tansy heard Gerdur telling her husband. Tansy carried a load of chopped wood over to the pile she had started. She was being paid to help around the mill while she stayed; she wanted enough coin to get a better set of armor before she left. The blacksmith had let her assist him at the forge in exchange for some simple armor pieces, which she sold to the general goods store. She was planning on leaving Riverwood soon, but wanted to be well equipped before she left. Hod walked over to her as she worked, she didn’t like having to speak to Hod she thought him a dense and

“Jarl Ulfric, what is that thing? Is it really a dragon like in the legends?” Ralof asked. “Legends don’t burn down villages,” Ulfric’s voice was deep and strong, “We need to move, now!” Ralof ran up the stairs of the tower followed by Tansy, the way was partially blocked and some soldiers were clearing it. Ralof went to help but fell back as the dragon broke through the wall and an inferno blazed through the hole. “Get back,” he shouted as he pulled Tansy out of the way. “Look there is an inn down there, jump and land in it! I’ll follow.” Tansy jumped down and land

Tansy woke with a jolt as the wagon she was in went over a large rock. She winced at the pounding in her head and the pain from the arrowheads still in her. ¨You’re finally awake,’’ the Stormcloak man sitting across from her said. The sun glared in her face as they rolled down the road. There were other wagons carrying prisoners behind and in front of them. The blonde Nord in front of her nudged her foot, “You were trying to cross the border, and got caught up in the fray?” He was trying to be friendly. Tansy ignored him and accessed the other prisoners in the wagon. Beside the friendly Nord was a filthy lo