"Who do you think could be so pissed off that they set the best assassins in Tamriel on us!?" Aria complained before shutting the door behind Cronic. Right now his basement idea sounded pretty good! Huffing in stress, the redhead slumped back into her chair behind the desk and stared at the ceiling. Danger was everywhere now, and it all seemed to be surrounding the two random Odd Jobs workers.

"Doesn't matter... I just wanna sleep without getting murdered. You're staying down here tonight. One of us is bound to wake up just as the other gets their throat opened!"