A Gathering of the Elements Options

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A Gathering of the Elements

"Can I get you anything?" Gengen asked me, he was the owner of the local tavern. It had been his for nearly thirty-five years.
"No," I responded. He was nice enough to let me stay even though I did not purchase anything.
I looked around the dank tavern, the wooden walls though chipped were fairly clean. The glass tables were in great condition, and the chairs. Well just chairy I guess.
He frowned but didnt say anything at my refusal to drink, as he always had. I do not drink currently, and I dont plan on doing it anytime soon.
Others were chatting merrily, but I was working. With my pen I wrote of my accounts so I could compile a book. I was a bit low on septims at the moment and this was my last idea.

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Chapter 1

I made my way around the guild to the back, where I was to meet Drosho for an assignment. He was there already, a look of impatience on his face.

"Sorry, I got held up a little-"

He raised his hand and spoke,

"I do not have time to chat," he said as he interrupted me "now listen closely."

He took a breath and said:

"Yesterday at the local office of Imperial law, a man reported some trouble with a drunk. The Imperial guards said they couldn't arrest him without witnesses, and there weren't any. So he came to me to deal with the problem. He was the imperial guard, and the drunk dead by tomorrow. What do you say?"

I thought about it, this would be my first attack on an Imperial guard and it could be very dangerous, especially if he was always in the company of others. Finally I answered:

"Sure, 3000 septims."

Drosho frowned, and handed me a bag.

"2500 and whatever is in this bag."

I took a look at the contents, and saw several pearls. Smiling I said "A deal."
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Luckily enough I found the guard alone, easy kill. Drawing my weapon I approached, cloaked by the shadows of night. *THUMP* and then *CRASH*
I froze as I realized I had knocked over a jar laying outside the tavern on a barrel and the guard spun around.

"Well, if it isn't Ita."

"Hister, is that you?"

"Of course it is, now what would you be doing with your weapon out like that. You look like you were about to strike someone dead or something."

"I'm sorry Hister."

"What." he uttered before falling to the ground. A wound gushing blood from his side.
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I stopped writing there as a tear fell on the page, I dryed it as well as I could. Leaning back in my chair I looked out the window of the tavern.