Fin's third entry

It wasn't hard to decide that I wanted to leave home and travel to Riften. Something about that place had always had me drawn somehow. Rumor has it that the Thieves Guild hides underneath the city in the sewers and oddly enough they might be the ones I will have to seek out. I have always looked up to my brother Faendal, he is a great hunter but he lacks something vital, something that keeps him from lifting above the great hunter and become a superior one. He hasn't got the sneakiness. I have been practicing fading into one with the shadows but I can't seem to quite get the hang of it and I'm not sure what I'm doing wrongly and that is why I have been playing with the thought of finding a sort of mentor. I set off my journey with a home-crafted bow and arrows of Imperial iron stuffed tightly and neatly in their sheath on my back. I had never been very far from home but this was the time. I told Faendal that I wasn't going to disappear, I'd come back once in a while to visit him. The road to Riften from Riverwood goes through a mountain pass where I had never been. I have never been one to be fond of the cold and the snow, which in itself makes it rather stupid to have set up home in a place like Skyrim. Luckily the way there wasn't a very harsh one when I first had gotten through the pass.On the other side was fairly flat and the sun did lay like a scarf on the back of my neck, that is, before it began raining. It later came to my knowledge that that wasn't too unusual in the Rift. The actual journey there wasn't in any way as epic as I had imagined it to be even though it was a long one and I had to stop for the night several places on the way but when I finally stood by the gates to Riften and a guard unlocked them for me, I was greeted by a scent of salt and smoke and it drew me in in the exact way that I had hoped.

- Fin Larksong