Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-3293219-20140314131327

(Well, this will probably be the last you'll hear of me until late tonight.

I just got a text to remind me that I'm going to the theatre (yay...  -.-)

So... Guess I'll see y'all at 10-11 pm.)

It had taken Kaizen the best part of two days but he had finally reached Riften, still as putrid as ever…

The Black Argonian approached the front gate, where Nepht and her companion had entered just hours before. He turned to the guards and nodded, prompting them to open the gate for him as he stood, patiently waiting for the gates to open.

As the gates drew open, the Argonian got the shock of his life as the city was much bigger than he remembered it, all those years ago. People hustled and bustled all over the place and the place was vibrant with the sound of industry, the motor cars, factories, paper boys, bicycle horns…

This was a major adjustment as he had no idea that industrialisation had this hold over Tamriel, the face of it had been completely changed since his day, at the dawn the 4th Era. The Argonian stepped inside, finding his pace to slow down as he entered the crowd. For once, he stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in his shepherd’s coat, with old fashioned fabrics underneath. Thankfully, these people were too self-indulged to even notice him and they simply overlooked it, still he’d have to be careful, if he got into trouble it would take hours to escape…

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The Argonian spent hours, looking for the influence of the Thieves’ guild but sadly turned up empty handed. It was as if it was extinct as no trace of it remained, not even in the ‘old town,’ where it ha previously been most prominent.

Once again, Kaizen found himself lost. He took a seat by the canal as he began to think, wondering as to where they could be hiding.

The sewers sounded like a good bet but he doubted that the guards wouldn’t have checked there, before his day, the guild used to meet in the Imperial City Waterfront, after dark and during his day, they used to meet in a tavern.

As he sat there thinking, he heard two footsteps shuffle towards him, they stopped in front of him, suggesting that someone wanted to speak to him. He turned to face them, curious as to what they could possibly want from him.

“Word is; you’ve been poking into other people’s business.” A Nord woman said. She had a traditional Riften accent, her face was weathered due to age and stress; though she must have been quite pretty in her day and she wrapped herself in a grey cloak.

“I wouldn’t know… I’ve never been one for idle gossip.” Kaizen mumbled, though this wasn’t entirely true as he made a note of everything.

“Yeah, but you have been asking about the Thieves’ Guild.” The Nord countered, sounding frustrated at his lack of caring.

“I have…”

“Why? What’s your game?”

Kaizen looked her up and down, wondering where they found this inbred farm animal. Though, some find it intimidating…

“I have business with them.” He explained, turning to face her. “And you have business with me…”

“Is that so? And what kind of business is that?” The woman snapped, cynically as she didn’t believe a word he said, he was likely a guard or a plant.

“Dark Brotherhood…”

The woman shuffled back in fear, stammering as she did so.

“Sh-Shit…”

“Yeah… ‘Shit.” Kaizen mocked, his gaze was fixed on her, piercing her hood and rendering its pathetic attempt to hide her face from the people that she was trying to intimidate pointless.

“I… Who are you here to see?”

“I don’t know, you tell me…” He got up and walked over, so that they were face to face. “What is the protocol in this situation?”

She stood there, terrified of the Argonian in front of her as he continued to stare into her face, dissolving her ‘tough girl’ act.

“Y-You need to- I mean, I’ll take you to Delvin…

H-He can help you...”

Kaizen nodded and gestured for her to lead the way, he smirked and placed his hands in his pockets, following her to their base.