Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-12599067-20140114040437

Sarjaa stepped into the dark prison and walked through the halls, completely ignoring the many cries of pain and fury that called out to him. He didn't have time to be bothered with lesser prisoners, he was only down here for one criminal. He trotted over to one of the more shadowy cells and looked into the darkness, searching for his new handyman.

"Can I help you?" a shadowy figure asked, obviously not pleased at being bothered at this ungodly hour.

"Help me? Oh no, I believe I can help you, Talriq," Sarjaa answered, smiling and holding up a key. The figure was silent for a moment, but then it rose from its seat and stepped into the light. A Redguard man, eyes shining with a strange light, looked up at the Forebear.

"You gonna set me free?"

"Not without a price, my friend. I'm told you're the kind of person who knows how to handle certain issues discreetly. I hope this is true?"

"You speak to the man who killed the former ruler of this wretched city. I believe I can handle whatever issue you have," Talriq answered.

"Then we understand each other perfectly. You handle my little issue, and I'll let you go free. But if you betray me, or fail me... well, it won't be good for your health. How's that sound?"

"I think I can make that work," Talriq smiled. "You gonna hand me the key now?"

"Do you swear on your honor to help me?"

Talriq frowned and shifted uncomfortably, as a Redguard's honor was an oath that was only broken by the most wretched of men. "Fine. But you're going to have to give me back my things first," he answered.

"Very well. I will return shortly, my friend," Sarjaa replied with a smile, turning away and heading for the guard barrack, where Talriq's things would be stored. This was going to be easier than he thought.