Reynik looked on in awe as the cart he was sitting on came into view of the Dwemer made gates of Markarth, it was an imtimidating site to anyone who had lived in Riften all there lives. At only 18 years of age, Reynik was ready for adventure. He had spent all his life in a town that was owned by the thieves guild and had been an orphan too, most would have expected him to join the guild or worse, go to the assassins.<br/>Reynik however had different plans, from an early age he had spent what time he could at the forge of Riften's smith, learning the trade and everything he could about weapons and armor.<br/><br/>Thinking back on those days made him smile but nothing compared to what happened next, the giant gates opened revealing the open and busy market of Markarth. A wide grin spread across Reynik's face and his companion, another of Riften's Orphan's, who was going to go back after buying some quicksilver Ore from Cidna mine, seemed to be in just as much awe "i'll get off here, have a safe journey back Torren" Torren nodded and continued on as Reynik jumped of the Cart and stared around "now what should i do first?" he mused