There was another knock on the door a few minutes after Cronic left for Arcadia's Cauldron. Despite having one job to deal with, quite a risky one at that, what's to say they couldn't take on another request for later? Aria slid her chair to one side and strolled over to the door, but she stopped as she heard not-so-friendly noises. Focusing for a moment, she noticed the sound of lightning sparks surging up and a sword being carefully unsheathed. This was clearly no customer...! "Go upstairs, Mr. Client. We have some unwelcome visitors," Aria quietly told the man, who panicked and ran for the upstairs rooms muttering something about being found so easily.

"For the true Dragonborn!" A sinister voice rang outside. Aria narrowly dived behind her desk as she felt a surge of power outside the door. A Thu'um was cast... There was only a single, weak 'Fus', meaning that the apparent shouting bastard wasn't very versed in the Dragons tongue. Still, it was enough to blow the door off it's hinges. As the dust settled the three cultists ran inside, only to find the Odd Jobs' boss sat on the desk twirling her katana around like it was a damn toy! Bone masks, robes, magic users. Yep, these were the guys!

"...You're gonna pay for that with gold or steel, but either way, you don't just get to barge in here. What's it gonna be? Pay up cash or push up daisies," Aria made her offer. The three cultists obviously didn't like this cocky kid from the moment she opened her mouth. She was in the way. Their witness was in this building, they just had to find him... And that meant going straight through the stupid brat who openly challenged them.

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Whiterun's streets fell very quiet all of a sudden, with the exception being the one-word Thu'um outside the Odd Jobs shop. Everyone outside at the time of the cultists' entrance to the city was paralysed by magic. Those inside couldn't exactly witness what was going on, but they could probably hear it all happening.

"Aren't we supposed to do this quietly? Sorjal already used a shout!" A muffled voice came from outside Arcadia's. "Well then let's just do this quickly instead. The magic will wear off soon. Remember, everyone in here dies - no loose ends." With that, the door burst open, with two cultists charging inside... They knew Cronic was here, and they were going to kill him and the shopkeeper so she wouldn't become a witness also.