Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-24736819-20161204003504

"Sounds like an interesting scene.", Pan coughed and commented, "That should have an interesting outcome as well... What did you said was our next target? Whiterun?"

"Seriously, Clarisse, I need help.", the bard began to lose his patience with the elderly woman.

Clarisse Capavici was a everything that she did not appeared to be. Nobody would guess that such a nice, elder woman who spent most of her time knitting, would be one of the most ruthless crime bosses of Skyrim, High Rock and Morrowind together. Her operations happened all across Tamriel and there wasn't a single thing going on in the underworld that the old hag wasn't aware of. She managed to grow in power and influence just about the sametime that Tamriel was almost destroyed by a group of rogue halfgods and she had been the top shotcaller ever since.

Carden knew she wasn't someone to be played with and he honestly did not planned to do what he did three years ago when she hired the bard to play on her daughter's wedding. It just happened.

"My help comes with a price, my boy. For you, though, I can make an exception on the cost... If you are interested still.", the old woman laid down her knitting needles and for the first time stared right into Carden's eyes.

The bard managed to stare back without losing his temper, realizing she was testing him. The gangster lady could be very smart, but she was certainly not the child of a god.

"A price I will pay.", he finally said.