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Red Bergan Mar 2014
I meander about the countryside,
Coming upon a fishing city.
They call it Riften,
Home of the thieves.

The guard that stopped me,
Persuaded with a shakedown.
I didn't believe him,
And persuaded back with venom.

The gates opened,
Before thy words.
Revealing a peaceful city,
With many souls.

I roam the marketplace,
Searching for supplies.
Before I make my journey.
To Ivarstead.

A man of charm and price,
Spoke with me.
He sought a job to be done.
He asked me?

Break the law!?
Seriously?
He nodded quietly.

I sigh,
Agreeing to do as he asked.
My friend faendal has taught me well
Of thievery.

This dark elf,
A Argonian lizard.
I took the ring to deliver.

Brynjolf spoke of snow elves,
And an elixir.

As I put the ring,
Into Brand-Shei's pocket.
Escaping the shadows.

The task was done,
And he asked me.
To join the Thieves Guild.
It's Skyrim-Riften quest
Kate Borlasa Jun 2018
It was Loredas,
21st of Heartfire
My husband, in Whiterun
my next harbinger, I deem
For the song of the oldest bard he sung
And his face with black ink
Marks his faith to the Companions
In Jorrvaskr he was born, with Vilkas, his twin
In Loredas, he brought to me,
A soul filled sapphire ring
In Riften he swore to Mara and me,
"May the winter freeze Tamriel, and the drought drain the spring, but our love, my dear, will flourish in Skyrim"

5-25-18

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