Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140816184757/@comment-5583506-20140817204629

(Alright, let's get this moody old bastard moving!)

Varg was in a bad mood, he was just about to wrap up the case and collect his money until the goat-bearded scoundrel had come into the picture and grabbed it right out of his hands.

"Asshole", he muttered and took a sip from a half empty bottle on the nightstand.

He was interrupted by some bangings on the door. "Varg? Varg, are you in there?"

He recognised the voice. "Yeah, come on in! The door is open!"

He waited until the footsteps had reached the end of the stairs and a young man in the watch stood in the doorway. It was Calvinius Orantem, an honest city guard who was probably one of the last to be consumed by the internal corruption. Varg had gotten to know him on several cases. He was a bright lad, but not a brave one. He even found it hard to remain in Varg's presence, especially that of a werewolf...

"This place looks like... shit", he stated.

"You are welcome", said Varg and finished the bottle. "What are you here for?"

"Oh, you know. You have helped me out in the past so I was thinking that it was kind of my turn to help you. I heard about the way the job got out of your hands to that slimy bastard, Antoine. So I poked around a little, heard a rumor from someone who heard rumors, if you know what I am saying?"

Varg lowered his bushy eyebrows. "I am listening..."

"Good. I was thinking that by the looks of your home your economy isn't all that perfect, right? So you could really have use for a job like this. Listen! You know Chorrol, right?"

Varg nodded. "Yeah, I have done a couple of jobs there before. What about it?"

Calvinius lowered his voice as if he believed someone might be listening in on them. "This guy I talked said that he had heard all kinds of shit going on up north. I have no idea what it is all about, but it sounds really urgent."

"What kind of shit?"

The young guard raised his shoulders. "Fuck, how should I know? I just hear things. Apparently some strange stuff is going on up there, and from what I have heard recently, you are the right man for this sort of things. Am I right? So, I bet that you go up there, help the city watch with whatever they need and collect a hefty sum of money."

Varg got up and corrected his shirt. "Yeah, you are right. I should go. Could really need the gold. Thanks, by the way."

"Anytime, Varg." Calvinius looked around inside the building. "You look like you could really use it."

Varg took no real time to prepare for long journeys. He simply put on a dirt brown coat and a little pouch with gold and headed out the door. "You don't say?"