Alain Evrnroot

Morning air carried the scent of baked bread and damp earth as Riften stirred to life. The towering spires of Dragonsreach loomed over the marketplace, where merchants called out their wares. The Dragonborn walked with quiet ease, nodding to passing guards. His boots brushed scattered hay as he neared Marsie’s stall. “A fine morning, isn’t it?” She offered with a smile. “Depends, how much for the meat?” He smirked, ready to haggle, just a part of the city’s rhythm.