"Well.. Aside from the masks they wore light brown robes. They used a lot of destruction magic, mostly lightning. They forced the Dragonborn back by electrifying his shield, and then while he was down.. they cut down that Housecarl he was with because she took on the onslaught in his place! I couldn't do anything, I.. I can't fight. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time..." The man explained, apparently guilt tripping over having done nothing. He finally took a seat, as it was very evident that he was worn out by now... If he'd come from Windhelm, that was a long run - and dangerous at that.

"Poor Lydia... Nice gal for a warrior, too. That's the way she would've wanted to bow out though. A true Huscarl..." Aria rolled her eyes away from their frightened customer, who had no idea what she was talking about. Whiterun wasn't big or small, but everyone knew each other around here anyway.

"No, no, I don't think they killed the woman. These cultists seemed to be after the Dragonborn... They dragged her off, and that's when they spotted me." The man explained further.

Aria put her hand under her chin and thought for a moment. And before long, there was a sly grin on her face as she turned her gaze to the client. He stared back at her, slowly shaking his head as he knew what she was thinking! "You're going to be bait, and we're going to jump these cultists when they come after you. This sounds like it could be a fun investigation!"

"I just want out of Skyrim!" The man complained.

"So as soon as we've captured us a live bone-face, we'll send you on your way. After all, they can't follow you if we've killed or captured them~! Now let's talk about payment-"

The man immediately dropped a large bag of septims on the desk, sighing as if he'd finally been relieved of all his stress and fear, "That should do, right Ms. Odd Jobs?"

Aria looked over at Cronic and tilted her head gleefully at him as the rustle of coins falling across the desk stopped. "What'cha think, partner?"