When the rogue Pisukisa entered the room she was greeted by M.r Yeomsley, a bretom around his middle 50s with noticeable baldness and dressed in elegant clothes. The breton jumped to the opposite wall, scared of the woman and from the wall he retrieved an ornamental jeweled short sword and pointed it at the girl while he shouted [b]"Who are you? Why are you here? You won't get anything more from me!"[/b] However, just before the noble could call the guards, Heren busted into the room without breath and said [b]"Fear, uf, uf, uf, fear not, sir Alabistair. This is, uf uf, the woman I told you about, the one that will solve your problem, sir[/b] Yeomsley dropped the sword and relaxed, "why did she entered like that? Oh for the love of..." He stood up and he talked solemnly [b]"Miss Pisukisa, there is one task that, from what I've heard, you are highly qualified to accomplish. Some hours ago, when the sun was rising, I was arriving at the city with such bad luck that I was assaulted by a group of bandits. I wouldn't have minded them taking the money I had with me, since it was a meaner amount of 30 coins, but the ruffians had the guts to rob me of my holy amulet. A mememto of my death father, an irreplaceable twinkle that I just adore"[/b] The noble paused for a moment to make a dramatic expression that represented his sadness. He would make a horrible actor [b]"That's why I need someone who knows the way in the forest and can track the bandits back to their hideout, I would be willing to pay you a generous amount of gold if you could bring it back to me. Would you accept?[/b] ----- Yodrick raised two fingers, making a peace sing. [b]"Two. Me... and... you. If you don't count the ones that potentially won't be."[/b] Yodrick spoke slowly and quietly, he grabbed the beer of his deceased companion and drank from it while he looked around. The rest of the nords were already in rooms sleeping. [b]"You got the wrong impression, Rusalka, your part is not to find the girl in this poster and help me hunt her. Any of these guys could help me with that and I can do it myself nowlatterifyouwantedIwouldgladlyacceptyourhelpbutthatnotthepointfornow AJEM! I needed these guys to arrive at Anticlere safely, but now that I'm here I don't need them no more and I don't feel like sharing the reward for the capture of this woman with them anymore. They do no trust me, which nord trust a magician anyway? And that's what I need from you.[/b] The nord with black hair and green eyes emptied the jar before continuing [b]"Kill these nords for me, one by one, without being caught. Each of them carries around 500 gold coins, consider it your payment."[/b] ----- [b]"Oh, a scholar? I must admit I had a wrong impression about scholars, I though all of them were boring magicians surrounded by books and who never stepped out of their room"[/b] The Bosmer stretched and with his cane he hit his own legs, which suddendly seemed to get stronger and healthier [b]"Adamantium cane imbued with the Feet of Notorgo spell. Wonderful for an old man like me. I'm a merchant and a water seller. Unlike other merchants I do not travel around, instead, caravans arrive at my place and pay me to let them use my well and I buy their items to then resell to other caravans, I have been here for quite some years now, I rememver when I arrived as the servant of the previous owner of this place.[/b] The bosmer moved outside with recovered strenght and made a sign to the argonian to follow him [b]"Come. If you are a scholar as you say you are perhaps you would like to see something in my collection"[/b] ----- The redguard girl talked again, this time more calmed, as the soathing voice of Alfgore seemed to be reassuring [b]"All the girls in the village have them. But it was Teresa the one who appeared with one first. Everyone though it was pretty and she taught us how to make them."[/b]