@strunduul
Quiet was, the woods just beyond Riften's walls. Green leaves seemed to always turn yellow everyday here, as the lake's chill brought in humidity faster as seasons changed. Although, for those living in the lake town have grown used to the winds and cold, and with each day passing into night, all retreated into warm homes or taverns.
Kieran was still out as the hour grew late. He was out all afternoon, harvesting the very last berries and medicinal roots as the very last days of Fall passed. He hurried through the path, his breath puffing out white smoke as he hastened his steps, but he wasn't fast enough. His foot catches on a rope trap that twisted around around his ankle tightly, causing him to trip and fall hard onto cold earth. Berries scattered out of his basket and he cursed as a group of bandits emerged from their clever hiding spots behind thick boulders, sneering and eager to steal whatever coin he had.
