Drenched Yet Again - I am wrenched out of the darkness by a rock smashing my head. Then I register my fur is completely drenched. I open my eyes to see I am on the shore of the river. But specifically where I have washed up remains to be seen. Slowly I sit up, shaking my head free of a few droplets as I look around. The boats catch my eye. A full circle reveals I am stranded at the edge of the lake.

I say the lake because this particular lake holds Riften on it's shores. Perhaps... I muse, thinking, Since I am far away from Whiterun, perhaps it wouldn't hurt if I visited this city. I hear the guards are easy to bribe. Smiling, I dry myself off before heading over to the entrance. As I approach, I hear, "Halt!"

One of the guards face me, holding a weapon up. "Before you enter, you need to pay the visitor's fee." I frown. "What's the fee for?" The guard rolls his eyes, pointing the spear at me for emphasis. "The fee for visiting the city. What does it matter?" Pity - you cannot, and should not, try to cheat a Khajiit. Raising my voice slightly I retort, "This is obviously a shakedown."

It's clear he didn't expect me to call his bluff. "All right, we'll open the gate! Keep your voice down!" I attempt to keep the smirk off my face as I watch the pair of them fumble at the gates. Finally he gestures for me to go in. Politely I nod before entering the city. The atmosphere is nice... well, I doubt others would think so, but my sharp eyes see plenty of opportunities for thieving. I wander around until I notice an odd stall.

The stallkeeper is being very loud, but his eyes... his manner... seems to dissuade any actual business. Curious, I hover around the general area. I decide it is a mystery to look into another time when I overhear something about 'The Ratway'... Eagerly I wheel around. A city below the city? Excellent! It takes a bit of asking around, but I discover where the entrance is.

Grasping the railing I swing myself over, landing with a soft thump on the boardwalk. I stroll along until I reach the gate. I push it open, entering the wooden door behind it. The bricked up shaft seems so mysterious, the voices ahead prompting me to draw my weapon. On second thought, a Fury spell glimmers in my paw. Taking careful aim, it hits one of the two bandits. I watch in smug satisfaction as they hack each other to pieces.

I still draw my swords in the end - skeevers live in most sewers, this one will not be any different. As the first one strikes, I lose my mind. Honestly? Fighting's been getting more fun lately. A vicious smile crosses my face as I begin to battle.

I'm really bad at battle scenes, plus no one is reviewing. Soooo I'm gonna be working on this story over here 'til someone does... *holds up a sign saying read Edward's Sanity Slips and I am a lazy person!"