Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-5583506-20150927135952

Scab was a lowlife Imperial who lived close by the sewer grates in Whiterun. He had no recollection of his life as a child or what his parents looked like. For all he knew he could have been born from the gutter itself. He had been many things throughout his life in filth. He had been twice arrested for possession of Moon Sugar and thrown into the dungeons beneath Dragonsreach. He had been apprehended breaking into Jorrvaskr and caught red-handed trying to steal from the Companions. But never in his miserable life had the thought ever ocurred to him to kidnap people.

The man in the black hair and blue eyes demanded it. Scab was to "collect" lonely bystanders or bypassers in the middle of the night and bring them to an old, abandoned storage at the eastern end of town. What the blue-eyed man did to them, he had no idea, but they were never seen or heard from again.

The pay he received from the blue-eyed man in the robe was good though. It was almost as if he possessed some sort of uncanny ability to make gold appear from nothingness. Scab shrugged at the thought. Surely such a thing wasn't possible? Only in his wildest dreams could such a thing as summoning gold truly exist...