Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170225142449/@comment-3293219-20170225145832

Zakariah stepped through the gates of the Imperial City, rolling his shoulders back and taking a deep breath of the cool morning air. He loved days like today, the feeling of the early morning sun grazing his skin.

He decided to be a little more sociable than usual, he stepped inside the West Weald Taphouse, formerly known as the Two Sister's lodge, until the two sisters died centuries ago.

He made his way up the steps, wandering inside to be greeted by the dead morning atmosphere. He sighed, heavily, shaking his head as he wandered over to the counter. There he saw an Argonian, hunched over it, gently scrubbing a mug.

"Bloody hell, didn't know you were doing funerals in here." Zakariah commented, glancing around.

"Well, a few people didn't pay their tabs, so we're holding one for them." The Argonian shrugged, placing the cup down on the table.

"I checked the books, yesdterday, I'm owed 465 gold in total..."

Zakariah frowned, that didn't seem acceptable to him, kind of served Grekial right though, creditors do try and screw you when they can get away with it.

"Want me to go and shake 'em down?" Zakariah asked, it'd give him something to do at least.

"Hmm... I wouldn't mind getting the money, provided that you don't end up burning my customers alive that is."

"I make no promises." Zakariah said, with a smirk as he watched the Argonian take his order, he didn't have to say what it was, it was a cup of ground up cold coffee. Zakariah heated it himself, you see. At first it was impressive, however, after a week of it, Grekial accused him of showing off. Zak didn't mind, he had the ability to do all sorts of flame related tricks.

He was pretty sure that he could pull a number of women for it, were he interested in doing so...

The clay cup was slid across the table and Zakariah did his thing, boiling it from under.

"I can do that though, lean on 'em I mean... It'll give me something to do."

"Bah, not like I was making any money out of 'em anyway. If you can, do it, if not... well, nothing lost." The Argonian shrugged, he seemed indifferent about a lot of things. A lot of people were these days.

Zakariah gave him a faint smile before stepping across the room and taking a seat, waiting for his coffee to be drinkable. It kind of sucked that he couldn't tell the hot water not to scold his mouth but he sadly didn't control that.