Daric took his share of the money and began to draw up a plan in his mental image. The guards usually held evidence and whatnot for a few days after the crime was committed to make sure it could be reused if new evidence for releasing the prisoner was presented. Daric counted the money, it was a fair amount, definitely enough to be used as a bribe. And, he knew just the man to bribe.
Daric had done a few jobs for just about every member of the city watch in his years of witch hunting. Mostly the rookies who were tasked with the dangerous task in order for the corrupt guard leader at the time to cut costs and add to his wages by stealing whatever money was left and just say they were recruiting a new member. A young Nord, Bjen had asked Daric to hunt practically every witch he was tasked with killing. It was fair to say that Bjen wasn't the bravest of men. He was however, eternally grateful to Daric after Daric agreed to do practically every job for him at a reduced cost. Daric done this because of all the equipment he could find within the witches lairs that he could sell for a much higher price than what Bjen could pay him. Along with feeling kind of sorry for Bjen, he always seemed so determined to be a hero, but was too cowardly to make any real difference.
Daric made his way to the northern guards tower to wait for Bjen to arrive. Bjen's shift ended an hour or so after Daric had arrived and was about to walk into the tower when Daric stopped him.
"Bjen, I need a favour" He started, Bjen's face was in a fixed shape of shock. The last time he had seen him was when Daric was in chains and being marched through the city to the arena.
"D-Daric, I thought you were in the arena?" He stopped for a moment before unsheathing his blade, Daric assured him that he was not a fugitive on the run.
"An Elf released us, he looked like a Blade, I'm a free man now Bjen, but I need a favour." Bjen sheathed his weapon again before motioning for Daric to walk with them. They began to walk along the walls of the city, making sure that no one was around before commencing and ending.
"Bjen, when I was arrested the guards took my armour along with my weapons, I need them back."
"What do you propose we do?"
"There are two options, you either steal my equipment from the evidence chest, or you open the sewer gate and let me sneak in through the sewers. I'd recommend the second option, there is less chance of you being caught that way." Bjern stopped walking and paused. He began to think about both options. It was true that Daric was a lot better and sneaking and Bjern would most likely be caught if he tried to retrieve the armour, but was it really right to be doing this? Letting someone steal from an order he worked so hard for to get in? But then again, Daric had helped him quite a lot in his initiation stage and had killed every witch for him, saving his life numerous times. He sighed, deciding that it was his duty to help Daric.
"Fine I'll help, but you need to agree not to kill any guards down there, I know a lot of them. I'll open the sewer gate at sunset, be there sharp so I can lock it after you" Daric nodded before shaking Bjern's hand and going to purchase whatever equipment he could buy with the amount of money he now owned.
He arrived at the gate at sunset just as he was asked, he wore black light armour and carried a blackjack like weapon. It was all fairly inexpensive and he still had a few gold septims left. Bjern nodded to him before opening the door and locking it as Daric entered in. Daric made his way through the dark tunnels slowly, avoiding whatever guards were patrolling the dingy corridors and sticking to the shadows.
As he reached the exit into the cells though, he was spotted. He made the foolish mistake of putting out a torch just as a guard turned the corner and looked his way, the guard sprinted towards him, unsheathing his sword just as he reached Daric. Daric acted swiftly, halfway through the unsheathing Daric kicked the guards hand and sent the sword back into the sheath. He whipped the blackjack from his belt and sent it into the guards jaw before sending a punch to the guards stomach. The guard was winded, now was the chance to strike. He elbowed the guard to the floor before beating him with the blackjack until he was unconscious. This was now a problem. This guard would wake up later and make the correlation that it was the same man who stole the armour. He would link this to Daric and Daric would be a wanted man again. Daric would have to steal a small bit more to make sure no one knew it was him.
He made his way through the door into the cells before stopping suddenly. A guard was taunting an Elf behind the bars. He waited for a few moments until the guard left before entering the main cell area. The Elf noticed Daric and began his taunting.
"Pale skin, snotty expression. You're a Breton! The masters of magicka, right? Hmph. Nothing but a bunch of stuck-up snobs with cheap parlor tricks. Why don't you just magic yourself into a pile of dung, it's all you are after all." Daric ignored the prisoner and left through the door at the top of the stairs next to the Elf's cell. He was soon in the opening area to the cells, the place where they kept the evidence. There was one problem, a guard behind a desk sitting and reading a book. Daric knew what to do. He readied a spell of Dire Enervation and sent it at the guard as soon as he was an open target. All Daric had to do was wait a few minutes now and the guard would be too fatigues to even stay awake. After the guard was asleep, Daric pickpockted the key from him and opened the evidence chest. He was happy to get his armour and sword back. He also took a few health potions and a bloodied battleaxe to cover his tracks. He walked out of the prison as casually as any visitor would. His plan had went perfectly.
He equipped his armour as soon as he had found a quiet spot. He was glad to have the black and gold armour back along with his shortsword. He sold off tthe potions and the axe to a few separate vendors and began to make his way to the merchants inn as the Elf had told him to. He sat at the bar when he entered the inn and awaited the others.