Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140206132350/@comment-29461586-20140210121822

Morgan takes the stairs down to the floor. The contractor along with his muscular Redguard was waiting for him.

"Morgan, my friend. Good to see you." The Nord in fine clothes shook Morgan's hand.

"Good to see you. It's been pretty long." Morgan greeted.

"How's the Emperor? More paranoid than ever?" The Nord told him.

"I hope not. The war may be going pretty bad, but that doesn't mean we'll lose our business." Morgan replied.

"I also heard of this Khajiit. What of him?" The Nord added.

"Heh. That guy? I bet he wouldn't last a minute against me on open combat." Morgan smirked.

"Hehe. That's true. Our friends don't call you the 'Reaper of Cheydinhal' underground for nothing." The Nord told Morgan.

"Of course. Your payment awaits in that box." Morgan pointed at a box filled with barrels of septims.

"Thank you, my friend. I'll make sure to return the favor in Cidhna Mine." The Nord then ordered his big brute of a Redguard to drag the box outside to the carriage.

"I'll take my leave now. Good day." The Nord bowed and left.

"Now.. unto Markarth to save a certain person." Morgan muttered.