The Struggles of Dar'Farahn the KhajiitMystie Young
The Struggles of Dar'Farahn the Khajiit
Ch. 1 At a Loss
It was a rainy day. In fact, it was rainier than most days. Riften's normal bustling citizens were still wandering the crowded, dirty streets. It seemed nothing would be stopping them from their everyday habits such as thieving, shopping, gossiping, and whatever else its people did on an every day basis.
Leaves of many different shades of yellows still fell from their trees but instead of floating off with the wind they plummeted to the ground with the rain, and got trampled into the stone or the mud by passerby's who could care less of their surroundings.
Dar'Farahn, a young Khajiit male, sniffed his nose under the cold rain as he raised yet another box of Black-Briar mead and prepared to carry the thing to its designated location. His tacky blue robes were now drenched as he walked and with every step he felt a tear as a new hole in his garment began to form.
"what a bothersome day, truly bothersome I must say." The