Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150313021631/@comment-5583506-20150316215623

"How long was I out?" asked Sibern and rubbed some afterglow from his eyes, trying to stabilize himself as he stood up.

Mi'Siri sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him up and towards her. "Far too long", she said. "Khajiit was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up again. You looked as if you were saying something during your... uhm, travels?"

"Was I now?" he muttered and he closed his eyes hard, trying to get rid off the stinging pain behind the globes.

"Aren't you one of those... Investigators?"

He shrugged, pinching his sellion. "Yep. Must seem like a poor excuse of an Investigator, right?"

"This one doesn't know anything about that, but she thinks that you should really lay off the..." She shot her eyes wide-open at the amount of consumed skooma. "... skooma? It could save your life. Next time Khajiit may not perhaps be in the vicinity to pull you out from your dreams. Next time you may never wake up from them..."

"I know", he said.

That's what I am counting on...

"Speaking of which", said Mi'Siri and suddenly didn't look the least happy. "Shouldn't your capabilities as an Investigator come first in hand?"

"What do you mean?" groaned Sibern and dipped his head in a bowl of cold water standing on a bureau.

"Rakh, a regular client of ours, visited her last night. Things got... wild."

Sibern looked up and gazed at his own reflection in a cracked mirror. "Does this Rakh happen to be a Redguard?"

"Yes, why?"

A smirk appeared on Sibern's lips. "Does he happen to be freakishly big?"

It was clear that the Khajiit prostitute didn't enjoy these guessing games. Why should she? She was a woman of action, not words. Any soft words that came from her mouth were lies paid-in-full.

"What does that have to do with anything?" she growled, slightly irritated.

"Last question. Was Rakh ever a client one of Sybil's clients?"

The Khajiit wagged her head from side to side as she spoke, seemingly in a distress. Apparently she was still worried that she would be the killer's next target.

"He might have visited her once or twice", she sai. "We don't keep any records here. We run a very discreet trade here, as you can imagine. If she did, she might have written it in that diary I handed to your friends when they were here."

Things seemed to be a lot more clearer now. He didn't know the full motivation for why a prostitute and a writer would have to die, but he knew that this Rakh had something to do with it, or at least might know who did it. It felt as if they were back on track... All they needed to do now was to find Rakh and runt their little investigation further...