A young man was stood at the door, curiously looking into the Odd Jobs shop, specifically at the boss who was miraculously quick to sit neatly behind the desk before the door even opened. "Uh, yes, but can I come in to talk about this? It's a delicate matter, and I heard you two are quite good at fighting so..."

Aria waved the young man in and to one of two chairs on the other side of the desk, "You heard right, buddy. We have the tools and the talent! Take a seat n' tell us what ya' need."

"Protection," The man said seriously, shutting the door himself and walking up to the desk, placing his hands on it and leaning closer to the Odd Jobs' boss. "I need someone to help me get the hell out of Skyrim. This weird cult with bone masks, I saw them attack the new Thane, the one they call Dragonborn. He had to flee, and they noticed me witnessing the attack, so they've been showing up wherever I go! I'm not even from Whiterun, they've followed me since Windhelm!"

Aria raised an eyebrow and looked over at Cronic, "...Bone masks? You know anything about this?"