Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-768817-20131205010911

"There's a man named Alvero, he's a High Elf, with the Dominion, he works the gates, but we have an agreement that my shipments get throught customs. They have an iron grip on Imperial City, you know. Well, Alvero has picked up a nasty habit... Balmora Blue. It's hard to find in the city. He said he'll stop letting my packages through, if I don't pay him in Balmora Blue.. I only know one person in the city that makes Blue, his name's Charkus, an argonian.. He doesn't speak to me anymore.. He took 4 years in the Rose because of a miscalculation on my behalf..." The large man pauses "I need you to talk to Charkus, get him to sell you some Blue.. He lives in Little Black Marsh. You'll be able to smell the Balmora Blue in the air half way down the block. After your done with that I'll have one of my men meet you, and you'll deliver it to Alvero." Salvius digs his ring laden hand into his coat, pulling out a ruby, that he looks through, then slips in a little bag, hands it to Tyran, and says "That should pay for the Blue."