Riverwood. It had been a few years since Seryn had last been in this particular village and it had not changed in any way. Even the sawmill, which Riverwood was named after, was still standing, despite it's old age. The only real difference were all the curious, if not outright suspicious looks he gathered. The group was getting more attention than necessary and Seryn didn't like it. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, but the sun was already setting. They stopped infront of the tavern.

[color=fff200]"I believe I shall have me some refreshment. Would anyone care to join me?"[/color] Arielle seemed eager to get inside, maybe she was getting cold feet - literally. [color=green]"We should consider staying over night too, don't you think?"[/color] Jaza said out loud what everyone else was probably thinking anyway. [color=lightblue]"I'd like to go see the blacksmith anyway, so we may as well sleep in a warm bed tonight."[/color] And just like that the decision was made. The group would stay overnight.

Seryn left the others to their business and made his way to the town's own general store, the 'Riverwood Trader'. Creativity was really not a trait found in Skyrim, but it didn't matter, he thought as he entered. "Welcome to the Riverwood Trader, my name is Lucan Valerius, please take a look around!" Seryn already didn't like the talkative imperial. The dunmer approached him, [color=ad0000]"Whetstone, Flint, Cloth." [/color] He noticed a strange piece of jewelry on the table , a golden claw. It was somewhat out of place, since it was obviously worth more than everything else in the store combined. Seryn however had no use for it and he could not imagine who would. "Uhm..." the imperial was staring at him. He had gotten a bit paler, obviously not used to blood covered customers. But luckily he had managed to get everything Seryn needed. "That... would be 16 septims... sir."

While cleaning his armour and weapon at the river afterwards, Seryn looked up to Bleak Falls Barrow, wondering what would await them tomorrow.