Cheydinal main square

[Lan]

Crow rained his horse at a stable at the town's entrance, tossing a few coins to the scrawny boy who took the horse's lead. He walked into the main square, his cloak swishing at his ankles, concealing everything he hid underneath it. A few coins loosely clinked in the pouch at his waist. He was running low. He might have to run a few errands while in town. He didn't really know why he had come to Cheydinal. He wanted to travel around Cyrodil, and he had to start somewhere.

He glanced around the square, noting the few people who wandered the streets, tightly hugging coin purses and casting fearful glances around. His daggers were in his belt, like always, there presence giving him a feeling of authority. His empty coinpurse was starting to annoy him, so he carefully looked around at the people, looking for targets. He noticed a Nord in an expensive looking overcoat who was closely guarding his purse. Crow noted a few men tailing him, wearing swords at their sides.
Whatever was in the purse, it must be expensive.

The man had walked to the far side of the square, and was glancing at jewelwry on display at a stall. Crow made his to him, then pretended to stumble on a stone. As he bumped into the Nord, he pulled out his dagger and cut the bottom of the purse. As the contents fell out, he let his purse catch the falling contents.
While pardoning himself, he pinned a weight to the purse so the Nord wouldn't notice the difference in weight. Crow quickly strode in the opposite direction and hid behind a building in some long weeds. Now to see what he had taken.

[Lan]

He opened up the sack at his waist to inspect the contents of the bag. His heart dropped when he saw the contents. A couple of coins and a beat up looking brass band ring. He took out the ring and looked at it. An ordinary ring. He slipped it on his finger and tied the bag back to his belt. At least he hadn't been caught. But why were there guards? What was so special about a ring and a couple of coins?

He still kept hidden, mostly moving in between houses and staying in the shadows. His ill luck kept him in a bad mood, and everytime he would bump into something or slightly trip, he cursed. He found a shadowy part under a tree at the far deserted edge of the main square. He glared at the ring on his finger, cursing it. He lowered his hand but stopped when something on the ring caught the sun and reflected it back at Crow. Upon further inspection of the ring, he found a single word etched onto the surface. Ra'uthen What did that mean?

His frustration grew as he tried to figure out why the ring said Ra'uthen on it. He muttured to himself. "What in Cyrodil does Ra'uthen mean?" As he said the word Ra'uthen, his hand shimmered, then disapeared. He gave a frightened yelp, and jumped up. He then noticed his whole body was invisible. Suddenly it dawned on him. The ring was enchanted! The name etched onto was the activation word for it. The possibilities! He didn't have to worry about getting caught anymore. He said Ra'uthen again, making him visible.

Crow walked into an inn in the middle of the square and bought a room for the night, using up his last twenty Septims. Tommorrow he would try to use the ring.

[Lan]

Crow woke up in the worning with a slight headache. The room he had slept in wasn't the fanciest. Just a bed and a dresser. He walked down the stairs and out the door to the square. He found an herbalist stall and "borrowed" willow root to chew on to ris him of his headache. He walked around, eying stalls for anything that would suit him. Nothing on display seemed to strike his fancy. He went behind a building and acticated his ring.

An hour later he deactivated his ring and sat under a willow tree to inspect his loot. (he had been stealing small trinkets from stalls) In all he had one hundred and fifty Spetims, three plain gold rings, four small throwing knives, a silver spoon with a small stone embedded in the handle, and a leather cavalier with a crow's feather on the rim. He placed it on his head, pleasantly surprised that it fit him perfectly.

He sold his loot to a travelling merchant, earning him another fifty Septims. The ring made stealing so much easier. He already prized the cavalier, which completed his look- leather armor, his daggers, and the tan cloak he wore. He had heard from a beggar that a ball was being held in Skingrad, where wealthy targets were soon to be in masses. He exited The square and retrieved his horse. He set off for Skingrad.
~Crow is now in skingrad~