Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20161113134927

''Jabari wakes up at the crack of dawn the next morning and immediately chops some firewood. He chops wood for another purpose, too. He keeps chopping and chopping and chopping until the sun casts no sideways shadows. After giving a respectable portion to Hulda, as per their agreement, he heads outside the main gates.''

About halfway to sunset, he has finished a barricade, with a small parapet for one to collect tolls.

''Right before sunset, he has collected around 120 septims in tolls. The Khajiit caravan racked up about 30 (and gave some dirty looks), a few couriers lost another 20, and the other 70 from various travelers. Then, a guard walks up... hm? Jabari doesn't recognise him. Perhaps he's a new hire?''

"Welcome, traveler. Five septims for passage."

"No need, citizen -- I'm a guard, as you can plainly see."

''"Oh, really," excitedly inquires Jabari. "For how long, now?"''

"Why, I've been a guard of Whiterun hold for nearly two years."

''Jabari hops down from the tower. This man is obviously a fake, no doubt about it!''