Sorian, Chorrol gates
Sorian turned around to see that two Dunmer stood behind him, both tall and lean men who gave off a subtle hint of danger. That hint didn't bother him, for he kind of hoped he gave off the same aura. He didn't know which one of the two spoke, so he decided to adress them both. "There was a minor argument, but it has been solved now. All in all, I must say that I'm quite satisfied with the outcome. Still, thank you for your concern, gentlemen." He said with a quick bow.
"I hope that your exploits have been as successfull for you as mine have been for me." He then added, completely missing the fact that his exploits had been less than sucessfull. "Although, why did he tell me I didn't have to follow any rules as an applicant? That's weird."
Flint Ironwood, Bruma barracks.
"Well then, if there are no further questions, I'll take my leave. Have a nice day." Flint said and stepped out of the room. Once outside, his shoulders sagged slightly. "Ok, that was that. Now for the next step. Odrik mentioned that the regular catapults were sabotaged with rotten nails that mysteriously got through quality-control. The same thing might be happening with the project. I guess I'll pay the warehouse of the Siege division a visit, see if there is anything strange going on. But before that, I'll need a full list with all the details of the workers there, where they're from, when they came to work here and most importantly, what they'd been doing last year." He thought. "Alright, so it's off to my office. I think I'll send a request to the government while I'm at it, so I can check their activities outside working hours."
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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