Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-25109952-20140504011524

While roaming the streets of Bruma, Alkrin overhears a conversation between two amateur mercenaries outside of a tavern.

"Oi, you 'ear about that job the Count of Chorrol is offerin'?"

"Yeah. Don't like it though. My aunt says the last time people were offered a job they tried, and maybe succeeded, to bring a siege crawler to Tamriel! I'm not risking my life in Oblivion."

"I wasn't thinking o' going anyway. All of those counts are crazy."

Alkrin's mind races with thoughts of fortune and maybe even diplomatic immunity. Perhaps this is a good thing. He hires a passing carriage to bring him to Chorrol, though he soon regrets it due to the driver's constant talking.