Cynric sat in the The King and Queen Tavern gently smoking his bone pipe as he read over a book about Ayleid ruins. Cynric had been living in the imperial city for about 2 years now and had been working at the tavern he sat in for just about a whole year. [i]My how time flies[/i] He thought to himself Cynric was in a bad mood his journey from Highrock to Cyrodiil had enlightened him on nothing new about magic and had only served to tire him greatly. He motioned to the bar keeper ordering a mug of ale as he brought out his coin pouch from his cloak. Handing over the sufficient amount he went to put his gold pouch back in his robe when a man bumped into him. "By the nine divine! Watch where you're going you fool!" The man mumbled an apology and walk out of the tavern.

It was only when he went for his ale that he noticed his missing gold pouch. Standing up silently he grabbed his staff and walked out leaving the ale to sit on the bar, something he despised doing. He saw the man at the end of the long path towards the market district his eyes wide as he looked through the contents of his coin pouch. How could he be caught out by a common thief, Cynric felt disgraced as he followed the man through the market district, soon the man turned into a desolate alleyway this is where Cynric made his move. Summoning an ethereal wall to block the mans way. The man produced a small iron dagger from his shirt brandishing it at Cynric. "Get back or I'll stick this in you belly!" 

Cynric sighed at the man's attempts to threaten him. "Obviously you don't know who I am but i will enlighten you before i retrieve my money from your corpse. My name is Cynric master mage and Necromancer!" He boomed. The man's stare of aggression became one of doubt and fear.

"Nec-Nec-Necromancer?! Wait. You can only hurt me if you have dead bodies around, there ain't no bodies round here!" The thief advanced on Cynric who chuckled to himself. 

"You forget that this alley way is directly over a sewer grate. the GReat dumping ground of this fair city." Cynric cast a spell into a great beneath the thief's feet. The thief flinched but was unharmed. He laughed to himself and continued advancing. If he had only not been a fool and taken Cynric's money he would've still been alive. The great burst open behind the thief, from it came over a dozen rats which began climbing and jumping onto the man biting and clawing his flesh. Cynric grabbed the money pouch that he dropped and approached the thief who was on the floor now trying in vain to beat the rats off him. Cynric touched the mans forehead gently magic flowing through his hands and into the thief brain killing him. The rats dragged the body into the sewers. "It's where you belong you urchin" He declared as he looked at the black soul gem in his hands. It now glowed with a dark purple light a signal to a well trained eye that it was full. Smiling he returned to the tavern to finish his drink.