Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170625201330

Brynjolf looked over at Dirge then made a gesture. he nodded and walked out before Brynjolf continued "Reliable and headstrong? You're turning out to be quite the prize! So...now that I've whetted your appetite with our little scheme at the market, how about handling a few deadbeats for me? They owe our organization some serious coin and they've decided not to pay. I want you to explain to them the error of their ways. Keerava, Bersi Honey-Hand and Haelga. Do this right and I can promise you a permanent place in our organization." he said before continuing on explaining "Though, honestly, the debt is secondary here. What's more important is you get the message across that we aren't to be ignored. A word of warning...I don't want any of them killed. Bad for business."

The sounds continued on throughout Blackreach as he walked, echoes of Falmer feet, the clicking of Chaurus, stomps of the Giant, Roars of the Trolls and the scrounging and workings of the Falmer's enslaved workforce.