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A War of Houses - Playground 6

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Tall Tongue
New Vivec

Tall Tongue feebly wrote his note. He had been preparing it for some time, being the only one in the city with news like his, but being far too busy to visit Megil himself, Tall Tongue felt it crucial to make sure his cryptic message was unbreakable by other agents who would try to steal his glory.

Dear Megil Tel-Zeke,

An Imperial wearing steel plate armor and leather boots and gloves recently killed and injured many recruits of the New Legion, he did. This is not good, no murder is good for this city, no. After running away, he made a mistake and hid his armor in the sewers. I know where it is and I watch it for the day he returns to retrieve it, I do. I could not follow him completely because he took so many detours and stuff, faster then I could follow, well, you know, he was heading toward Hlaalu, yes. That I am sure of, not for any reason I know, no. I watch for his to get his stuff. Know any Imperials who live in Hlaalu who would want to kill legion recruits? I count Imperials in Hlaalu, all except Isaarin's friend are guards and beaurocrats. Good hunting.

Tall Tongue

Tall Tongue read over his note then hid it in his secret spot, and ran back to the sewers, where he nibled on his food and watched for the Imperial to come back for his stuff.

Wred
New Vivec

"You're going to have to don the same armor again when you kill Falx later," Isaarin said as they met privately in his office.

Wred stared at him. "But they'll be looking for a man in that armor."

"You'll wear a cloak under it, none the less if it's one man it brings more fear into the movement, as opposed to just random violence, it'll look more like they're being targeted, which is what we want to slow down the recruitment."

"But it's too risky," Wred tried to explain.

"You're dismissed," Isaarin ordered, and Wred gave him a cold stare, then got up an left.

Every job he took he despised. It wasn't fair. First he was a legionnaire and had to suffer those intolerant, racist soldiers, then he was a Balmora guard and got to spend years roaming about town looking for drunks, and now he was forced to do the bidding of that nutcase. Wred needed to break free, some how find a profession that suited him perfectly. First off, everyone else in his profession would have to be reasonable, not the regular gun-ho Imperials that were only doing service because they were too stupid to get a real job. He also needed to be active, to get lot's of excitement, to do justice, not betray like before. He wanted to start over, to leave his sins behind, to go somewhere where people wouldn't expect him to be able to do the dirty jobs, where he could stand for a principle or two.

Wred grovelled as he searched through the sewer for his stuff. He knew the spot. He saw something in darkness that gave him the chills, like a pair of green eyes surrounded by black. Like a... creature.

"Hey!" Wred yelled, and Tall Tongue jumped up and turned frantically away. Wred realized it was some sort of agent, and sped off after him, taking out his broad-sword.

Tall Tongue was heading for the opening that went straight to the Undercity. He knew enough of it to lose any green-horn to New Vivec. He dove for the entry... and got stuck. He picked the wrong hole! He made that mistake before, but what a time to make it again.

Wred grabbed him from the hole and pulled him out. He scratched and clawed but Wred held him by the back of the neck at arms distance, his other arm lightly tapping Tall Tongue on the forehead, draining his fatigue. Tall Tongue could suddenly barely lift his arms.

"Who do you work for!" he demanded.

"Please, don't hurt me," Tall Tongue pleaded in a whisper.

"If you lie to me I'll rip your ears off and sell them to an Orc. They're a delicacy, you know."

"I work... I work..." Tall Tongue's eyes wer wide. Could the man tell if he was lying? He did not want to risk it, but he could not reveal Megil. "I work for you, for a price, I will work for you!"

"You have no reason to obey me, tell me who you work for! Is it the Morag Tong?"

"Yes! Yes the Morag Tong!"

Wred had been taught to see a liar through an honest man, but not a beast. Wred knew the basic concepts of ear movements with Khajiit, but Tall Tongue's were submissively flat and would not move, probably meaning it was slightly relaxed. Wred did not want to trust him. It was too risky, besides, if the beats saw weakness in him, he would exploit it and escape to tell his superiors everything he knew.

"There's a nice cell in the Hlaalu jail not many people know about, come along with me," he said, and held Tall Tongue tightly by the back of the collar to walk him back to the Hlaalu district.