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Victus, hidden in the darkest corner of the room, freezes instantly. A chill goes up his spine.

-''That's... no. That's impossible! I killed him three years ago'', he wishpers to himself.

Adrien plundges into his memories. It emerges slowly; pitch-black night, cold wind.

-''Skyrim has been plagued by a mysterious figure who travels the land and... well, the less you know of his endeavors, the better. This person cannot die soon enough. Here is your gold, the rest will be awarded for returning his cloak''

Victus vaguely recalls fighting off a few Forsworm on his way to the target's grotto. After slaying a dozen Briar-Hearts for the Jarl, a rogue wizard would be child's play.

The half-breed then saw images of a mysterious figure, dorning a hood and mask. They did not speak; the target spotted his would-be murderer and managed to disarm him. The pair threw magical spells at one another for nearly an hour.

Victus had only won because of the fighting causing a rockfall. The man found a strange hood and assumed the target's body lay under the pile of rocks. He brought it to the Jarl and was awarded 5,000 Septims.

How could the same figure now be standing there, right in front of him? Could it be the same 'green hood' mentionned in the rumors surrounding the Jarl of Markarth's death? Impossible; Adrien never fails a contract.