[Adanedhel]

Rira wandered around the city early one morning, noticing the many people that now resided here to have audience with the king. He saw Dwarves, Elves and many more foreign men than he could ever remember seeing, and the sight of so many races all in one place peacefully talking and sharing things made his heart glad.
As these thoughts went through his head his mind wandered across to how his old crew and Bram were at this moment in time. He continued wandering the streets knowing every turn and twist having spent most of his childhood running through these streets on some mischievous errand. Rira smiled as he remembered running through these streets with his friends, cutting purses and stealing goods and various baubles from the stands along some of the streets.
He looked up to the roof tops and the sun made him squint and raise his hand over his eyes to shield it from the sun.

‘Ahhh, those rooves a many an escape root for a theiving young boy’

He said aloud chuckling to himself. A few people walking near him looked up with a raised eyebrow or two but Rira didn’t notice and returned his eyes to the road ahead. He kept on walking making his way for the nearest Inn and a cool ale, the though of which made him rub his stubbly chin and walk that little bit faster......