Tprinces

The Riften sewers had always been a dark, dank place. The constant drip of leaking cracks echoed through the Ratways and down corridors that spread beneath the city. Horrible as it was, this was the home of the Thieves Guild. One of the few places Avonis Talren ever felt truly at ease, ironically enough. As she descended down the ladder into the depths of the nest of criminals, she felt a sense of peace. It was well into the wee hours of the morning. Some of the guild members slept, while the rest were up and about their business. A few nodded in Avonis's direction, the firelight flickering across her face momentarily. Her typical leather ar