Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140216124057/@comment-24818339-20140322204758

"Aela, ever since I turned into a... you know... I haven't felt tired in days." Kyron said.

"That should be expected." Aela said. Her voice lowered into a whisper. "The moon keeps your blood awake."

"Oh, okay." Kyron said. He walked to Farkas, who was debating wtih Vilkas over his smarts.

"Shut up, brother. I know how to count, watch!" Farkas said. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... uhm.... You know what? Nevermind."

Kyron walked up to him. "Hey Farkas, got any work for me?" He asked.

"What? Oh, yeah. Someone's been causing some problems here in Whiterun. Don't know what the fights about, but its not our business. Just go and scare the milkdrinker into submission. I don't want to hear about a killing, alright?" Farkas ordered.

"No problem" Kyron replied, as he walked out the door. Farkas had described the troublemaker to be a Redguard male, with filled pockets and a snobbish attitude. Kyron walked up to a Redguard who seemed like he made a fair amount of coin.

"Yes yes, I haven't got all day. Speak quickly." He said.

"I've been sent to solve a dispute." Kyron replied smugly.

"You ask for a brawl? Fine! You can't scare me into submission, lets go!" The rich Redguard said. Kyron threw a punch, hitting the man in the gullet. The man got up and punched Kyron in the arm, but he was weak. Kyron quickly punched his jaw and then his temple, knocking him to the ground.

"Oh fine, you got me fair and square." He said.

"You know what you have to do." Kyron said.

"Yes, I will take care of everything. Please, just leave me alone!" The Reguard said as he shakily stood up.

Kyron ran back to Jorrvaskr and retrieved his coin from Farkas. "Well done, Kyron. The client is satisfied." The reward was 300 Septims. He now had 2,801 gold.