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[Tellie]

Ok, next one really.

Clicky for the last playground

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, inside a tavern.

Flint calmly moved through the rather dirty corridor. The noise from all the tavern’s customers downstairs masked any sound he could have made. After a short walk he arrived at his target, a crappy door that would probably fall apart if he spit on it. Flint smiled. That would actually be fun.

The Breton knelt down and put a pick in the lock.
,,Damn, it isn’t even locked. Where’s the fun in that?” He angrily whispered to himself. He then used his pick to lock the door(!) and then unlocked it again. He looked at the door again. With no doubt it would make a lot of noise if he opened it. After a short time spent thinking, he cast a silence spell on the door and opened it without a sound.

Inside, he found his target, a bad smelling drunkard. Flint sneaked closer, and picked two awfully smelling boots off the floor after which he left. He went out of the window again, back on the roof and then dropped down into a back alley where he removed his helmet.
He’d finished his business and received his pay of ten septims half an hour later.

All in all, this had to be the most pathetic job he ever got. He could’ve just walked in through the front door and grabbed the shoes. Their owner was too drunk to do anything. But he found it more fun to act on every job as if he was robbing the Imperial palace in Cyrodiil. He looked at his armour again. His arm had stopped bleeding and would probably heal up just fine without any Magicka to help it. That left his armour. A short inspection revealed that only the cloth covering it was ripped. The glass underneath was in perfect condition. Flint fixed the cloth in five minutes. If he ever wanted to retire, he could always become a clothier.

,,I’m getting restless. Time to move on.” The Breton said to himself and took out his map. Lainlalten seemed to be the closest place here. He bet he could reach it in one, maybe two jumps. ,,Well, let’s get going.” He muttered and sailed up into the air.

(He’s coming! )