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[Tellie]

Authors note: This first post will be an intro written by me for our 'NPC' Njaal, and will effectively be the start of our RP, read it well as all the information we need is right here (for the most part).

City of Anvil, Year 425 Third Era, The Flowing Bowl.

Njaal Mead-Brewer was a man on a mission, WAS being the keyword here as he was at this very moment quite unconsolable and perhaps more than intoxicated than your average drunkard in a Tavern. He had travelled all across Cyrodiil in search of a few lucky men or women to help him (and coincidentally earn a good bit of gold doing so) but none were willing "Payment up front" they all said.

You see Njaal was a (perhaps not famous yet) mead brewer. His mead so good that it would rival even the Black Briar's own mead, had the blasted Black Briars not hired mercenaries to raid his brewery and stolen the dwemer plates upon which he had carved the recipie in coded language.

He knew the sellswords were still in Cyrodiil as due to growing discontent in the province the borders were all tightly controlled and descriptions of the mercenaries had already been given to the guards. He only hoped that perhaps here in Anvil he might find someone to track down the plates, he had already given the innkeeper a handsome tip to 'refer' anyone who might be on the lookout for quick (and dangerous) credits, so now he just had to wait.

This post has been edited by Tellie: Mar 16 2016, 10:05 PM

[Tellie]

Athyn, The Flowing Bowl

Athyn let out a sigh of relief as he entered the small inn. His last contract (escorting a snobbish nobleman from Bruma to Anvil) had really tested his dedication and there had been more than once he contemplated simply caving the blasted Breton's head in and leave him in a ditch, seriously, who cared if some mud got on his shoes? The blasted man-child should excpect that traveling on the roads would invariably lead to him getting dirty.

Still he grit his teeth and moved on, shuffling a pair of hungry wolves and a trio of bandits off the mortal coil. Truly the only amusement he'd had was when the man had been thoroughly seduced (and robbed) by a pair of lovely wenches when they stopped at Kvatch, regaining said money by turning the tables on the the two maids (he had his doubts about that status) had been most satisfying, and the remaining trip to Anvil was most satisfactory, knowing that his pockets was full of the man's coin and that he'd recieve more when they reached the man's father in Anvil (he'd warned him not to enter that establishment after all).

Heading towards Maelorn who was as ever found behind his trusty bar Athyn stopped briefly to surreptitiously lift the coin purse from a Nord that was so deep in his cups that an invasion could occur with him being none the wiser. Sliding a pair of coins over the bar to Maelorn he grimaced as he was provided with a drink of ale and a bowl of what looked suspiciously like leek soup.

"Really Maelorn? When are you going to learn that no one likes your leek soup?" he asked.

"Ah but this one's different", Maelorn said with a grin. "Twice as many leeks in it, this week only".

Athyn viciously resisted the urge to slap his forehead, being twice the amount of leeks in it further exacerbated the situation, not that the blasted Bosmer would ever admit to it. "So, any work around?" he asked.

Athyn had always made a point of getting to know three kinds of people in the world. Innkeepers, maids/servants and beggars. Coin (or a rougish grin to wenches) was usually enough to make them part with information and those three types of people knew most of what was going on in a town.

"There's a Nord there who is looking to hire someone who are not afraid to get their hands dirty", Maelorn said, pointing at a rather...portly man with long brown hair and a truly impressive beard.

Having nothing better to do, and in need of money (he had more than a few children and grandchildren scatered about Tamriel as a direct result of his dalliances over the centuries, and while he had his doubts about some of them, he did try his best to take some responsibility...and really, who could resist grandchildren), so he made his way over to the Nord who was seated in a corner, gleefully picking up a stray coin on the floor as he did.

Alright folks, let's get started, Uleni will come when he/she does