"I'm a detective darling." Fining said to himself in the broken old mirror talking to himself all of a sudden young Rights screamed from across their shared cheap broken house "Dude stop narrating your life! It's Weird!" "Nobody asked for your opinion nerd!" Finning busted through their old wooden door the hinges wailing loudly before collapsing on top of a rat. On the wall he walked past their was a paper 'World Class Male Argonian Detective for hire!' With a picture of Finning peeling off the board. Finning was headed to the jarl because they had a report of a kidnapped old woman who lived across the street from the delicious sweet cake bakery 'The Sneaky SweetRoll.' As he grew closer to th castle more wanted signs appeared he tore one down to see a almost perfect fabrication of the woman in 8-bit form provided by a guy named Bendix.
Wearing Arm bandages, Fur boots, Scaled bracers, Belted tunic and a gold circlet with a red gem Finning entered the perfectly token care of jarl room with mud on his boots and saying very slightly to loudly "I EXECPT THE MYSTERY!"