Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-3293219-20140829135115

(You mean the industrialisation?

Rowan said that he ditched it, in the opening.)

Nadira and Azarath arrived at the gates of Riften, there they were greated by two guards, who both had their arms folded and were looking down on the pair. Nadira looked to Azarath and raised her hand, informing him that she'd deal with this...

"Halt, no one's allowed to enter, without paying the gate tax." The guard raised his hand to stop them as he spoke, an invisible wall of authority. Nadira looked to her Dunmer Companion, with a look of uncertainty, was this a thing?

The Dunmer remained silence, keeping his thoughts to himself as he was instructed.

"Erm... What's this 'tax' for?" The Breton decided to inquire, narrowing her eyes as she projected her doubt at the two guards, something about this wasn't right...

"Erm... Well, mostly, it's for keeping out the riff raff, y'see?" The Nord man replied, rather officially but Nadira's 'bullshit' detector was going haywire. She decided to look to the Master of thievery and cons for a second opinion.

"What do you think?" She whispered, barely audible, so that the guards couldn't hear but they knew that they were talking about them and they could guess what she was saying.

"I think that these assholes are lacking in creativity..." Azarath replied, keeping his gaze fixed on the guards as he slowly stepped away from his Breton companion and approached them. They just stood, like statues, unfeeling as they did their 'duty.'

"Alright, jackass, let us through..."

"Sure, you just have to pay the tax and you go right about your business." The guard replied, rather smugly, a younger Azarath would have ripped that tit-shaped bucket off of his head and introduced it, violently, to his colon. But, he had to 'behave' for Nadira's sake...

"Don't insult my intelligence, you little shit stain. Just get out of my way and try the next sucker or preferably, someone who looks like they've been sampling sap recently." The Dunmer seethed, getting close up to the guard's face, gazing into the little slits in his helmet and looking right into his eyes.

"Hey, I don't make the rules, I just inf-"

"Look... Get. Out. Of. My. Way...

Before you and your buddy here end up spending the rest of your shift, playing fifty-two pickup, with your teeth."

There was a long silence as the 'guard' processed the threat and Azarath's demeanour, his gravelly voice was starting to send shivers up his spine, those eyes were killer's eyes. No threat from a man, like this, was empty...

"I... S-Suppose that we can make an exception..." The guard muttered, awkwardly, stepping aside for the Dunmer to go, right on through to the gates. Nadira didn't need telling twice, she ran up to Azarath, quickly as she could before following him through the gates of the city.

They'd made it...

