Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-24142725-20140103004548

Back in the Imperial City:

The morning sun gazed over the walls unto the streets of the major city. Shops, merchants and restaurants opened their doors and people gathered on the market. So did LIorayna Deraan, the Dark elf Alchemist of the mages guild in Vivec. She had gone to the market to buy supplies for the project. And had been waiting on a special delivery all the way from Solstheim. very rare crystalized Dwarven oil. A process that would’ve taken hundreds of years, and if kept in the right temperature. She was supposed to meet a Nord trader in the market district.

She carefully walked around all the stalls and shops and looked out for a Nord with Blue eyes and Dark brown hair, there couldn’t have been a lot of them in the Imperial city now, with all that political tension between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. Eventually after carefully looking around she thought to have found the man.

“Do you sell barnacles” She asked him softly

He sighed: “Only medium sized… jaja, I get yer code lady. You know I justdon’t understand w.” But the Nord was quickly silenced by a finger on his mouth

She added “No one must know, it is vital that this stays secret, do you understand”

“I get it” the Nord said annoyed

“Good, now show me it”

The Nord looked around, if no one was watching and then grasped in his Jute bag. Pulling out a small Dwemer container. Again, he looked around, then gave the delivery to the dunmer who opened its lid.

“aaaah….” The Dark elf let out a sigh of relief

“there it is…”

“yeah whatever, My gold?” The Nord bluntly asked.

“Ofcourse” The Dark elf said distantly, since she was more spellbound by the small dwarven container and its substance. She then looked him in the eyes

“Here, A mere 5000” as promised as she dropped a heavy purse in his hand.

He gladly accepted his gold “A pleasure doing business with you, miss”

“Farewell mister Brjondif, and remember, you know nothing” she said and made her way back to the Arcane University

<p class="MsoNormal">Brjondif kept looking at her for a while, then said to himself “sure miss” he then looked into his hand. Full with glee he strolled down the market district, playing with his purse full of gold, he threw it in the air while whistling.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he walked down the narrow archway into the small grass courtyard near the markets he was suddenly halted by an Altmer standing in his way.

<p class="MsoNormal">“A fine day to you sir” the elf hailed to the Nord,

<p class="MsoNormal">“yeah you too pal” he said while distracted by the purse that was still in the air from his last throw.

<p class="MsoNormal">He assumed the high elf would step aside but he walked straight into the daunting figure, this made the Nord stagger back. And the Elf without looking up caught the purse

<p class="MsoNormal">“You should be more careful” he grinned

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, well you shouldn’t have stood in the way bloody elf!” The Nord replied with anger

<p class="MsoNormal">“Here, this is yours isn’t it” The Altmer said while he held out his hand with the coin purse

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord reached out to grab his gold back but before he knew it he was grabbed by the neck and held in a such a way he couldn’t breath. the purse full of coins fell to the ground and some of the gold escaped.

<p class="MsoNormal">"now... Tell me everything you know about the Numidium project"

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