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Post by RA'KHARII on Jan 17, 2012 2:26:49 GMT 8
The Rayways, an avoided place that only the foolish venture into. It's a publicly known fact that the thieves guild hole themselves up in the Ratways yet the guard don't dare venture down there. If the rumors and tales of peril don't suede you from investigating, the smell will; the Ratways are the towns sewers after all. The air inside is stale and stiff with a stench to knock you on your ass, if your not accustomed to it that is. Vermin of all sorts crawl around in the darkness, playing tricks with your eyes. Was that a Skreever? that was defiantly a Skreever. I hope I still have cure disease potion somewhere. But the truth of it is, as long as you can reach the Flagon, your safe.
The Ragged Flagon and the Cistern wasn't as bad as the rest of the Ratways. The Flagon always smelled of roasting meat, burning wood, and sweet, sweet mead. All the smells managed to mask the normal stench and for that, everyone was grateful. The Cistern smelled more of fresh air. At the top of the large domed ceiling was a grate that lead to the surface. The smell of Lake Honrich's waters and crisp fresh air flowed in and removed the stench that normally would linger there and made it much easier to sleep for the guilds residents.
And sleep they did, at least one of them did. The man laid on his side, a bottle of Black-Briars famous mead still clutched in his paw. A deep, reverberating purr emitted from within his throat and his pierced left ear twitch involuntarily as he snoozed. He heard only the sounds of his distant home of Elsweyr, not the approaching boots that thudded past then came to a halt on the cold stone floor. The sudden shock wave that shot through his bed frame awoke the feline with a jolt. His body lurched forward and his hand reached to his hip where his dagger normally rested.
The sound of a few chuckles from across the room made Ra'Kharii's muscle relax and he stepped down off his cot. His deep blue eyes shifted to the man that was now walking away from him, striding toward the desk next to the treasury room. "Your little cat nap is done. Get to work or at least make an effort to try and look busy" Air rushed out of the Khajiit's lungs as he turned towards the end table next to the cot and pick up his dagger and bow, placing them onto their respected place on his person.
His boots made no noise as he strolled toward Mercer's desk. The Breton stood over his desk, his hands planted firmly on the wood as he stared at some document very hard. Before Ra'Kharii even reached the desk, Mercer barked an order about checking in on someone that need to repay a little debt that they owed with the guild. "As You Wish" Ra'Kharii nodded his head quickly and turned towards the ladder that rested against the wall on the west side of the circular room. He grabbed hold of the wooden frame and placed a boot firmly on the first step before ascending upwards towards the surface
The trap door clanked nosily against the stone wall as Ra'Kharii pulled himself onto solid ground. He closed the door softly and took a small step up the stairs, his keen ears straining for a noise of anyone nearby. The sounds of the Marketplace in the center of town reassured him and he pulled on the heavy chain that hung from the wall to his right. As soon as he let go of the chain the ceiling a few inches above his head groaned to life and started to slide backwards to reveal Riften's Graveyard.
Ra'Kharii's teeth ached at the sound of stone sliding on stone but the noise stopped as the great slab came to a halt. Climbing the remainder of the stairs, Ra'Kharii turned and pressed the symbol on the slabs exposed face. The stone lurched forward and slid to it's original resting place. He turned and poked his head out of the entrance to the Mausoleum and looked at the overcast sky. The cloud shielded Riften from the sun but the city remained comfortably warm. With silent steps Ra'Kharii made his way towards the congested market place, one voice standing out more then most of the other ones.
An argonian by the name of Madesi went on about all the little trinkets he sells and how valuable they are. "Madesi, greetings" The argonian's eyes shifted toward the approaching Khajiit, a noticable look of annoyance washing over his face. "What is it you want this time, Ra'Kharii?" Ra'Kharii chuckled and smirked at the man for asking such a foolish question. "You know. You owe debt, lizard. You have money, yes?" Madesi narrowed his eyes, hissing slightly under his breath. He unknowingly bought some stolen jewelry a few weeks past and asked the guild to take it, fearing that he would get labeled as a thief if the owners spotted it in his stall. The guild took it but added a small fee for moving hot items for the merchant. "I don't have your money, go someplace else"
Ra'Kharii frowned exaggeratedly and picked up a gold diamond necklace from the stall, quickly slipping it into a pocket. "Mercer's impatiant, Madesi. You get money next time or your jewels go missing. We have understanding, yes?" Madesi angrily reached into his stall and tossed Ra'Kharii a heavy coin purse before pointing a finger past Ra'Kharii "Leave now, cat, you got what you want" Two clawed fingers saluted the argonian as Ra'Kharii turn around and started walking. "May you always wear soft silks, my friend" Ra'Kharii taunted before making his way to the Bee and the Barb, Riftens local Inn/Tavern.
The sweet smell of mead and roasting meat met the Khajiit's nose as he pushed open the door. A few locals conversed and drank their spirits while the two owners, Talen-Jei and Keerava, swept the floors and washed the counters with a rather over used rag. Keerava looked up and sneered at the approaching Khajiit. "Oh great, it's you. When will your kind stop coming in here and ruining business?" "Hush, Keerava, I come to eat" She frowned and stared at him with her red eyes until letting out a quick sigh. "What is it you want then? We're all out of skreever" Ra'Kharii, rolling his eyes pointed to the roasting beef that was skewered above the fire. "I have that and sweet roll, Prehaps Black-Briar mead too?" Keerava nodded and turned, stabbing the large cut of meat with a fork and placing it on a plate. She reached down under the counter and grabbed a sweet roll and bottle of mead, placing it in front of the Khajiit along with the steaming meat. Ra'Kharii, famished as he was, proceeded to gorge himself, keeping his ears moving to see if he could pick up on any rumors that might be floating around
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