Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20190410092907/@comment-26446054-20190411201845

Olav's Tap and Tack, an inn in Bruma, and the abandoned farm at which the Nords found themselves at, had a few similarities- the draught they brought in, the undetermined source of a filthy smell, and the letter that had been delivered personally just before the break of dawn.

The message remained the only semblance of a (presumably) friendly presence for the Nords at the farm. As for the Dunmer and the Imperial, whenever their arrival warranted handing over of the note, they would have at least the mutual assumption the drinks with a side of Stormcloak orders would indicate they were at the right place.

The core of the text read as follows, for either parties:

In the hopes you have not already been shoved into a dungeon on charges of treason against the Medes... Well done. This is the last direct set of orders you will receive from us. You will find work, even illegal, if absolutely necessary, to fund our goals here. Bruma is to become your practice ground. The Carvain family have held the title of the county for far too long, embedded loyally to the Empire. See to it that the influence on them is in the interest of the Nordic community, not their elven masters.

The safehouse was reported to a local patrol. If you are fortunate, curious Altmer will approach it sometime today to investigate. You are to find out where they operate from, and for those of you in Bruma already- if you spot any leaving the city.

After that, your contact should arrive. Good luck.

By the time Airik had found himself reading this beside the other Nord, the sun had began its ascent into the first stages of the morning, the first day of the mission in Cyrodiil. And now there was already the risk of immediate arrest.