Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191118134255

As they exited the inn and into the harsh outdoors, a simple walk across town was enough to survey how the once proud city is barely standing on its two legs. The streets were largely empty, with anyone daring to even venture the city's ash-littered streets having to wear enchanted helmets to even help them breathe from the ash. Only Ordinators frequented the streets.

The contract broker was located in the Fighter's Guild building of Davon's Watch. With the Fighter's Guild itself being hired by the Indoril leadership of Davon's Watch as protection, their most abled fighters are unable to deal with the usual bounty on bandits or marauding creatures outside the city. The contract broker, unsurprisingly, was a Dunmer - and a seasoned warrior by the looks of it but with a look just as misreable as everyone else in the city. Seeing Torsten, the Sentinel and Alaina enter, however, his eyes immediately lit up and his expression changed to that of a smirk.

"Here for the bounty, I presume? Well, don't be shy, come and I'll explain."