Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-25038310-20151121112512

The promise of a new job always piqued Arnaud's interest. It was a healthy change of schedule for once. Due to the festival swiftly approaching, he never had all too much oppurtunity to actually do any bounties or other's people dirty work. It was frustrating how activity stagnated around this time of the year, but much to his surprise he was contacted by a band of shady criminals who had managed to contact him through a series of suspicious letters.

The contents were always extremely similar; he was given a vague description of a bounty, then praised as his late cousin's relative - which would have infuriated him hadn't it been for the generous amount of septims he was promised. He was suspicious of these people, and it seemed to have made some sort of impression that he was Sander Lafayette's cousin. Maybe they hadn't even heard of his own exploits. Perhaps he was just accepted because of what the vampire did, which he didn't think was all too deserving of praise.

Regardless. He had to admit that the publishing of the book did come in handy sometimes. He was rarely threatened by the criminals or shady individuals in his own run down neighborhood. Superstition, crazy rumors and just fear kept bad people away from mugging or killing him. But finding out that your safety isn't guaranteed by yourself, but by a dead man is ridiculous according to him.

He had done so much, yet he was only recognized because of his status as a relative of Lafayette and not a skilled bounty hunter or mercenary. He felt like he owed Lafayette - but if it's one thing he doesn't like, it are debts. Help that he didn't ask for, but still recieved. Something he had no control over and couldn't repay.

He placed his feet on the small table in front of him, as he took a sip of his cup of mead. He found the heavy stench of tobacco and beer pleasant, but wasn't used to it. The bar was nearly empty, save for a few stragglers who passed out from drinking and layed down on the floor. A common sight around this time of the year, in all honesty.

He was expected to wait here by whoever had contacted him. He had been there for about half an hour, and it didn't seem like they were going to arrive anytime soon.