Riften had always been an active place of business and shops. Merchants from all over Tamriel stopped by Riften to peddle their wares, both legitimate and ill-gotten. soundman was a new visitor to Riften who had arrived to take part in this tradition as a break from living as a shopkeeper who made a meager living in Riverwood.
The Thieves' Guild kept a close watch on the merchant stalls to make sure that nothing that was being sold was stolen (save for their own members, of course.) When sound wasn't looking, one of the memebers of the Thieves' Guild picked his way into sound's lockboxand saw something very interesting: A glistening, golden dragon claw. He took it out and showed the other Guild members. The came over to sound's stall.
"What is this, merchent? Where did you get it? Did you steal it? How could you afford this?" one of the Guild member's asked.
"Give that back, that's a family heirloom!" sound protested.
"Wait, look at how sharp it is." One of them commented. "This wouldn't have anything to do with that priestess's death, would it?"
"No, of course not! I haven't killed anyone in my life, and certainly not with that!" sound replied.
"Well, maybe Jarl Black-Briar will disagree."
"No! Don't take me to her! You can keep it! Just stop harassing me!"
"Guards!" One of the Guild members called out. "Take this ruffian to the jail."
"Very well." The guard replied. "Come on, prisoner. We have a nice cell for you to rot in before the Jarl hands down her sentence."
"But...." sound said as we has being dragged off, "...I didn't do anything...."
soundman
(Lucan Valerius, Skyrim Vanilla Townie) has been lynched!
Night 5 has begun. All those with night actions have 72 hours to get them in.
"Disease, suffering, hardship...that is what war is all about."-Captain Kirk, from "A Taste of Armageddon"