Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140923020743/@comment-5543592-20140923232353

No Khajiit liked the Thalmor; it was common knowledge to Malachi. Except the ones that did of course, but those were rare. And those Khajiit usually were pretty unsuspecting, not like the one in front of him, who looked like he could tear apart a horse with his bare hands.

"Yeah, this is for the job.  You'll be serving under his Highness, King Daithi.  Her are the official documents." Said Malachi, passing out contracts that acknowledged they'd fight for Daithi until the war's end and in return be paid well. One section read, If you died on the job a loved one could collect your pay. In turn, Zanir, Drelen, and Gaius all recieved their papers first.

"Please wait in the cart, while address the other sell-swords." Malachi instructed the three.