Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-12599067-20140205182141

"Are you sure this is the place? It looks awfully formal," Volarano observed, pulling his cloak a little tighter around him as he walked. He didn't like the Imperial City much, and the thought of walking into a stranger's home didn't improve his thoughts on the city.

"Yes, Vol, I'm sure this is the place. C'mon, when have I ever been wrong?" Eirik asked, and Volarano had to stifle a chuckle. If he had a septim for every time Eirik had accidentally taken a wrong turn or set off a trap, he wouldn't need to be here. Still, it did look like the place the courier had described. He took note of the three Nords at the door and the Imperial leaning against a building, who looked ready to draw blades at a moment's notice.

"Hey! You there! Kinsman! You here for the job?" Eirik asked, and Volarano had to resist the urge to facepalm. So much for a discreet approach.