Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191118010547

HambleBee wrote: Brass-Eyes eventually made it to the docks, where he approached a grocer or general goods merchant.

"Tidings. Do you have any salted meats or dried fish? As well as a fishing rod." he asked.

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"Hm." Alaina muttered quietly as she observed the influx of newcomers. She hoped that the other Breton was not someone from her noble house while she was intrigued by the blind bosmer that secluded himself at a quiet place in the inn.

Even so, she waited for new developments to occur on their own as she finished her drink.

"Salted guar meat and dried slaughterfish, we have the-" The Dunmer merchant stopped mid-sentence upon looking up at her customer. Immediately, her previously neutral expression and tone shifted to a less agreeable one.

"Yes. We have what you're looking for, Argonian, but it won't come cheap."

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Eventually, in the inn, one Ordinator entered the premises and marched up towards the inn's notice board and pinned a poster on it. With his simple task done, the Ordinator left the inn.

Without wasting much time, Torsten stood straight from his chair and inspected the poster. As expected, it was a poster directing any would be freelancers to consult the Davon's Watch contract broker for a new assignment.