Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150622121745

Jon, when he was going through the alleys, was suddenly blocked by a familier figure.

The fat noble, Pontius Pilatus, playfully smirked at him. The noble was clad in different attire befitting that of a.. well, a noble. He had a paper in his right hand, and placed the other one on the back of his head.

"Jon! greetings! I thought I would find you here!" The noble exclaimed.

''How can such a fat pig dissapear every time I take my eyes off of him? ''"Yes, Pontius. Chorrol seemed the closest and most comfortable location to get our job."

"Well, we will not let our games get interrupted by some pesky other force, now? Here are your next jobs, which you will have to complete before the others. When you and the Altmer are done, you may return to Bruma and claim your reward." Pontius handed over the paper to the mercenary. It was a red enveloppe, and sealed tightly.

"Thank you, Pontius. We will be sure to win, and..-" Jon looked up, and found out he was talking to air. Pontius, who was just in front of his nose, had dissapeared yet again.

''A spell? ''

"We got our orders. Let's get back to the stables, alright?" Jon said, not even waiting for a reply. "That one idiot that followed us probably knew where we were going. Best we leave as soon as possible."

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((Hold up. Gotta wait for Sith. If it takes too long, I guess we'll just speed up.))

"We're already leaving.. that was fast." Hilda remarked, rather surprised.

"Do we have a strategy or something? We know that Ashcroft uses both spells and blades. What do we know about the almter in combat?"