Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150323025213/@comment-24696651-20150401105056

(How can an expression be antiseptic?)

The asssciate sighed. Yet another idiot who thought he was so important the head wanted to see him.

"If you wish to make a contract, it must go..."

"I'm not looking for a contract," Luciun interrupted. "This is a business deal."

"Then you should arrange an appoi..."

"Just..." Luciun trailed off, considering what to do next. He pulled out a coin purse.

"In here there's a hundred Septims," Luciun told the assosciate. "Fetch."

With that, he threw the coin purse to the other side of the room. The assosciate scrambled after it. Then he walked up the stairs, until he found the guildmaster's office. It was open, so he let himself in.

"Hello?"