To Heir is Human - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: It has begun!

Lord Agnar

It had only been a few minutes since Jadier left his stronghold, and Agnar was furious to learn of his brother's death. Jadier would pay for this mistake.

"Prepare an escort for me; I wish to travel." he told a servant.

Upon securing an escort, he headed east towards the penal colony to aquire the assisstance of a certain dunmer. All the other Lords of Skyrim used the assassin, why not him?

He entered the colony and spoke with the guards to set up a meeting with Rahvin. The guards told him to wait while they fetched the mer.

Lord Jadier

Jadier left his meeting with Lord Agnar feeling somewhat scared. He had not known the murderer's identity, and if he had, he still would have executed him. He was fearful though, and hoped to be back in Falcreath very soon.

He headed back to the quarters provided by Agnar to speak with his son. As well as another secret person...

[jack cloudy]

Flint Redburn, the inn close to the stronghold of Agnar.
Flint looks up at the Altmer. He never even noticed the Elf till he opened his mouth.
He casually looked around the room. The inn had gotten a lot more crowded since last time he watched. When was that, five ales ago?

He also noticed an Argonian standing against the wall.
,,What's an Argonian doing here? This guy must freeze to death within seconds if he goes outside." Flint thinks before finally deciding to pay some attention to the man who had offered him something.

,,Sure thing. One Nordic ale please. So, did anything happen when I was gone?" Flint says in a friendly manner that is meant to make everyone else think that it was a conversation between old friends. Most of Flint's jobs were of a secretive nature, and he had the feeling that this one would be no different. Best not to raise any suspicion.

[Konji]

Flint Redburn, the inn close to the stronghold of Agnar.
Flint looks up at the Altmer. He never even noticed the Elf till he opened his mouth.
He casually looked around the room. The inn had gotten a lot more crowded since last time he watched. When was that, five ales ago?

He also noticed an Argonian standing against the wall.
,,What's an Argonian doing here? This guy must freeze to death within seconds if he goes outside."  Flint thinks before finally deciding to pay some attention to the man who had offered him something.

,,Sure thing. One Nordic ale please. So, did anything happen when I was gone?" Flint says in a friendly manner that is meant to make everyone else think that it was a conversation between old friends. Most of Flint's jobs were of a secretive nature, and he had the feeling that this one would be no different. Best not to raise any suspicion.

Esethir traced the Breton's eyeline, staring at the Argonian for a second before snapping his head back to the Breton. It may have been to lat to cover but he was suspicious of this darkly clad Argonian. He was suspicious of any darkly clad Argonian, as a matter of fact.

"Nordic ale it is!" he exclaimed heartily, slapping the Breton on the back. "Tender, a Nordic ale and a glass of your best red when you're ready." he called behind him, glancing around the room again. There seemed to be no other threats to their privacy other than the Argonian, but he seemed uninterested in the conversation.

"No, nothing new brother. I hear the chickens are laying better though." he told the Breton with a grin. He then lowered his head slightly, bringing his hand to his head, pretending to brush his fingers through his hair as he spoke in a dramatically more subtle tone.

"I hear there is a storm brewing in Agnar's quarter. I hear he is looking for some able men...I feel obliged to go talk to him. Care to come with me? When the drinks are done, we leave a minute after each other if you accept." He whispered slowly, accentuating his words to make sure they sunk in to the unstable Breton.

It wa then that bartender arrived with a glass, a small bottle of red wine anda Nordic ale.

"Uh...on the house sir." he whimpered pathetically to the Altmer, sensing a disturbance in the air.

Esethir smiled, pouring himself a glass and leaning back.