cruxvader
Seigneur
Registration Date: 17.05.2006
Posts: 155
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This time, it was more then words that chilled my bone. Fools always
say it's a day within and out. This message was different, and had an
abnormal tone with the wording.
"To the lone dispatcher...
Word has come of your works in the regions of Skyrim, and has arose
many who are aware and seek due unto you. So much, that even a noble
house deemed you as admirable in deed and as a excelling warrior with
great potential.
I have been seeking one who can remedy my problem with the Gal-took, a
resilience long against my family's line, and I shall give you
something of greater importance upon completion of this task.
If you are, and I suspect no doubt you are, interested, then meet my
oratorm at the Mill and Shrill Tavern south of the village. You won't
miss him, the man in the fur hat."
Signed: "Shrieker"
I decided to then move in closer to the village, and upon arrival, had
caught glimpse of some of the common folk. I exchanged a few words with
one of them as to the taverns location. He directed, and I walked
inside the tavern.
The room was drab and dry. The snow outside saw little habitation
within the furnace lit room. The warmth consumed my body, and I felt at
ease for at least a split second. The door was lengthy and tall, as
built for any Nord. The bar was long and had seated a man with a large
raccoon for headgear. He seemed quite elegant and stuck out... like a
man with a raccoon for a hat. Due to his etiquette, I figured he would
have stood out anyway.
"Hail and greetings" I spoke.
"Ah, take a seat." I pulled the chair out and sat down. The wood of the chair cricketed.
"Can I get you something?"
"I'm fine."
"To business then. The men who we want removed are north of the
Gale-Gate passage. They have been mistaken by many who live around as a
considerable threat. We know this is not true: The Shrieker wishes you
to... allow the truth to present itself" He gave off a wicked grin,
quite chilling actually.
"I see. And how much gold comes with the revelation of this truth?"
"A prophet and a pioneer. I see he chose well. Is a thousand trails an accommodation, with a forward of one-hundred, of course."
"It will work just fine." And with my response, he reached into his
large, bulky cloak and retrieved a bag of set gold, and placed it on
the table, next to a mug which was being filled by the bartender.
/more later
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