The night was cold and quiet. As quiet as Riften’s cemetery was. The guards kept patrolling, eyeing him as if they knew he was up to no good. Did they knew what was going to happen soon? Who he was going to met? He almost jumped out of his skin as he turned his head and was met with a smiling face.

“By the Eight, lass! You almost gave me a heart attack here!” He whispered, surprised and already impress.