I've Found the Treasure!

[Master Nationis]

Today was a good day. The Dunmer smiled to himself, keeping his hood up as he took a small sip from his tankard of ale before him. The merchants of the district were all gathered, discussing how they would price something or other. It didn't matter, they'd all make their money and then... poof. They'd be dead, a state of being where the amount of gold you have does nothing to aid you in your time of purgatory. But, that was their choice. They would spend their time now wasting away their worthless pieces of metal for other worthless material items. A pity that all creatures could be bribed... But then again, if they couldn't, Iugo would've had a much harder time breaking into a tomb this night.

The necromancer had taken leave of his usual Skingrad headquarters to find some new 'materials' to 'play' with. Yes. That means Iugo had a two thick sacks of dead bodies or just their parts laying up in the room he had rented for the night. In the morning he'd find a mount and ride back to Skingrad. The smell, you ask? Why, the sacks are thick for a reason! But, if one were to try and open them from the very faint smell of decay and rot, they would be greeted with a paralysis spell that would last for many hours. Long enough for Iugo to awaken, kill the curious creature and be off.

But not now, no. He was just enjoying his drink, listening to the merchants chat quietly about their fruitless businesses and how the money they made would be great. But only for how many years? Thirty? Forty? Less? They'd be wasting half of it on drinks and food alone. Yes, Iugo does have his own money, thanks to the gracious society he has chosen to live in, money comes rather easily. One life for a few hundred gold is no weight on the necromancer's conscience. With all of these philosophical thoughts racing through his mind, the Dunmer frowned. Now wasn't the time to think... Now was the time to drink. And so he did.

[Okan-Shei]

The hinges of the doors screeched as the door was opened, to reveal an Argonian. Okan-Shei, to be exact. As he approached the counter, to order the usual bottle of mead, a figure caught Okan-Shei's eyes. In the inn, sat a Dunmer with a hood. Okan-Shei rubbed his muzzle with a scaly hand. The appearance of the Dunmer looked as though it was linked to a guild established in the land of Cyrodiil, but he couldn't quite put his finger on just one. Only the Thieves guild and the Dark Brotherhood require dark clothing such as the clothes this Dunmer wore.

Okan-Shei shook the feeling off, and after paying for the bottle of mead, Okan-Shei retired to his usual corner and sat down. For this night only, he decided to read one of the books that the Inn owned. He leaned towards the bookcase nearby and scanned the literature that lined the bookcase. Knightfall. It is an interesting read. Okan-Shei's reptilian hand pulled Knightfall from the bookcase, and opened it to the first page in one swift movement. After a sip from the mead, Okan-Shei started his usual evening activity.

However, something in Okan-Shei's mind kept making him look up, at the Dunmer. He called it a hunch, but he had the feeling that he couldn't keep his eye off of the elf. Most of the other people there was not bothered by the elf's prescence, but they were idiots. They'd enjoy cheering on people who were taking part in a bar brawl. Okan-Shei tried to force his attention to stay on the literature in his hands. If this male WAS a part of the Dark Brotherhood, he would not hesitate from plunging a dagger into Okan-Shei's throat. And Okan-Shei was definately not willing to die just yet.

[Master Nationis]

When the door opened Iugo looked up, of course curious who had come in. An Argonian? So what of it? He continued looking, watching him pick up a book from the shelf. It may just be a stereotype, but the necromancer rarely saw any beast folk read. It was a curious sight... It should be noted that Iugo was perpendicular to Okan-Shei, the perfect position to remain facing forward, but enough to keep his eyes on the man. The lizard had... eyed him wrong. Like he was going to kill him? Ha! ...he didn't have the contract, so no. The fear in the man was obvious... Maybe not fear, but the suspicion was there. Okan was weary... cautious... worried?

Oh fun.

Standing up, the Dunmer turned to the Argonian and pulled up a chair besides the lizardman. "Knightfall, hm?" The direct necromancer asked, a small smile building on his lips. "Not much of a fan of it, but then again, I don't know if we have the same tastes in what we approve of." The smile finally flashed, a totally friendly and disarming smile. This would throw him off... Oh how Iugo enjoyed toying with the living. "So what brings you to the Imperial City, friend? Business? Pleasure? A new beginning to a new life after escaping prison and hoping to find adventure? Okay, the last one is a bit far fetched, but I believe my point was made, hm?" The glow of his red eyes looked Okan-shei up and down. Hopefully he'd be able to avoid a fight, but if he had to, this man didn't look strong enough to physically beat back a swarm of skeletons.

[Okan-Shei]

(I'll get to this when I can, I've been ill recently and I'm getting over it.)