The night was, as the day had been, windy and chilled. Clouds had blown in from the north yet refused to let loose rain or snow, leaving in its stead a miserable dry touch of ice that seeped to Neladrie's bones. Worse still, her feet ached and she lacked the energy (and the motivation) to run the rest of the way to Riften. Even with her eyesight, the city was barely within sight despite the torchlight that flickered atop towers and in the hands of guards marching the walls. She wagered that within the hour she would arrive at the gates, though from there Neladrie would find no rest, first having to officially accept the job that had been offered a week previous by word of mouth. The messenger, winded and bearing the crest of the Briars, had called for a Neladrie Findelye to arrive in Riften for a job offering her 'valuable and essential skills.' That had drawn a laugh.
At last, a good half hour or so later, she arrived within earshot of the guard standing by the massive wooden gates. He hadn't seen her yet, either sleeping on duty or inattentive from boredom. Whatever the case, it was for the better that he was unaware of the elf standing but thirty paces from him. Now it is time for a little bit of fun. Sliding her quiver to her side with a change of the straps, Neladrie quickly dashed to a nearby patch of undergrowth and pulled the hood of her cloak over her head. Nothing stirred. Cautiously creeping out from the foliage, she headed towards the nearest wall, grabbing onto the stone with a deft hand and testing the strength - stable enough for her brief climb. Within moments she had shimmied her way to the very edge of the parapets, hands grasping for the closest handhold: there were none within reach.
Stifling a curse, Neladrie dug her feet into the largest gaps between bricks readily available and readied herself for a lunge. Crouching down as low as she dare without exerting too much pressure on her arms, she gave one great kick and shoved upwards with her arms, propelling her up to the wall's very edge. With little to no time to spare, her hands shot outwards, grasping the edge of the parapet with the very edge of her fingers, leaving her body to slam against the wall with a low thud. The breath drove from her lungs and she hung there limply for a moment before pulling herself up with a low grunt of exertion. For a while all Neladrie could do was stand and glance around, waiting for air to return. Luckily no guards currently faced her direction, though one looked to be finished with chatting to someone below.
With no time to spare, she took a quick slide over the side of the parapet, landing roughly below, nearly twisting an ankle on her descent. Over all, a frivolous waste of time, as she now wagered her little game had landed her late upon her arrival. Wasting no further time, Neladrie rushed to the Bee and Barb, avoiding guards along the way. This caused more delays, but then, better she arrive on sociable terms and not with an army of slightly corrupt, yet still armed, guards at her back. What a long evening that would be.