Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140104141556

Rashka found himself back at the inn. He was thinking of what he had just seen. He knew that he wasn't a fast thinker or perhaps the smartest one, but he had heard of the Elder Scrolls. He just didn't know exactly what an Elder Scroll was or what its purpose was. He could imagine they would be worth quite a fortune. With a few septims in his pockets he could start living the high life once again. Wine women and song, a bar brawl with lots of smashed bottles and chairs, and of course if someone got his steel dagger in the eye during the fight, that would be quite good enough for him too.

He didn't have long enough time to think about it though until he found both the innkeeper and his muscular bouncer standing in the front of his table.

"How may this one help, hmm?" asked Rashka and stretched his legs upon the table although he knew exactly what was going on.

"Your debts, cat", said the innkeeper in a bitter tone.

"Rashka is an honest Khajiit and will pay", he grabbed for something in his pocket.

However this was just a distraction. As if he would have something in his pockets. He made a run for it, leaped unto the table and jumped over the astonished innkeeper and his even more astonished Orc bouncer. Before the innkeeper had time to react Rashka was already out on the city streets, running for his life. Behind him alarmed Imperial guards started chasing after him as he knew they would. Who wouldn't find a running Khajiit suspicious?

But he was faster than they were and made a dash into a building that later made him wish that he would have learned how to read what was written on the sign post outside before entering the barracks of the Imperial city.

A man was sitting by a desk in front of him.

(this man could be Ertius)