Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-24942837-20150412161900

(Au contraire, I am still here.)

Julius looked back at the two. They had almost reached the exitway, which led to the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim.

Julius and a few other chaps had created a form of underground railroad, where there were outlets in thousands, in not every well or inn in Tamriel. It had taken quite a few years, although towards the end they had gained the aid of a few beggars and cripples looking for work, to which Julius had gladly payed them.

If, however, they did the work, and they did it excellently. He had to send back many of the beggars who had turned out to be nothing but thieves, sitting all day and waiting towards midnight to get back to work and receive payment.

It might have worked, if Julius didn't have a trained eye. He didn't have the same problem with as many cripples as he did beggars. He didn't know why. Maybe because they had no where else to work? They enjoyed the feeling of labor, and getting payment like everyone else at the end of the day? He didn't know. However, it wasn't his concern. When they finished, others went back towards the middle where people had gotten sloppy and perfected it, receiving honest payment for another couple years. Of course, there were some restrictions. Some died, others had children to take care of, debts needed to be paid... It was tedious work, keeping track of all the people who worked and didn't, those who sat on their asses all day and those who did something productive. Those he really wanted to shove a spear into, and others he would take a spear for.

But this was no time for life stories. The three made it towards the well. He looked to them. "From here, we need to rest at the local inn in Cyrodiil. I'll do the talking if there's any guards at the gate who give a damn, and at dawn tomorrow we pack our things again and hop on a carriage to Chorrol. Sound good? Good." He jumped up, grabbing onto a rope which was tied to one of the iron bars at the top of the well, and beginning to worm up. He looked down.

"Do what I do, and we should be out of here in five minutes, instead of fifty."