Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-25038310-20150607142830

Jon looked up at the preacher. He had heard something about a rising cult, but had never expected it here in Cyrodiil. He just wanted to turn around and leave, until a hand grabbed his shoulder from the crowd.

"Oy kid, listen. It's Pontius." Pontius said. "I think you see your next job right here. Once that mad daedric cultist is off stage, follow him and see where he's going . Ask him about the rising of that little cult of his, and see what you can do; I'll pay you good."

"From other nobles to draugr to cultists? Pontius, the jobs you give me have an obscure variety," He said. "And I don't like the bit of it, to be honest."

"Oh, but you like the reward, don't you?" He said. "Just get it done and meet me back during the party." Pontius said, before dissapearing in the crowd again.

Jon looked confused as to what Pontius' motives were, and how the cultist could pose a threat to his employer, if he even did.

However, getting paid is indeed the part he likes about jobs involving daedric cults.

He kept watching the preach, keeping a close eye on the preacher himself.