Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20190918134951/@comment-17114085-20190920152434

Whomever was calling him, it wasn't Turok. He'd know the Orc's voice anywhere. No, this was someone new. A new client perhaps, or maybe a survivor of the Squall. The one that came with the escape pod to this station. Whomever it was, this stranger might be a new clue to the whereabouts of his companion.

"I'll be there." Donn replied, composing his temperament. He had sounded a bit desperate in his initial communication.

The Reachman looked to the crying shop-owner, still begging for his life. "Please, just take the transmitter. I don't want anything to do with it anymore."

"Oh I will." Donn replied. "Now tell me about this Khajiit that sold you the part."

"I only saw him for a moment. He came here sold the transmitter for credits and then left. I swear that is all, you can check my shop's recordings. Yes! I record everything, you can see that I'm telling the truth then!" He said.

Donn considered the option for a second, then grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him up. He pushed him towards the back of the shop. "Go on then, pull up the records."

The shopkeeper frantically pulled up the recordings on his monitor and showed them to the merc. "There, see! The Khajiit came here a few days ago with the part."

Donn frowned as the video confirmed the man's story. ''Fuck, he is telling the truth. Either that Khajiit came here on the pod, or he stole the part from the pod after the one that did already left. Either way I need to find that Khajiit later and question him about the pod.''

Donn pulled back his gun from the man's head.

"Oh thank the gods..." The man muttered under his breath, seeing as the merc saw reason.

At the mention of gods, Donn froze up. The Gods...I have been so busy with the search for Turok that I haven't not kept up my offerings..

The shop keep looked with concern at the dagger that was being pulled out of the man's belt. n"Please, I have given you everything you've asked for! Take the transmitter, take anything else that you'd like!"

"This is not for me, it is for the Gods." The Reachman said and plunged the dagger into the struggling man.

"Look at this mess." The station 'security' examined the aftermath of Donn's visit. Hrodulf Station did not have law enforcement, just thugs under the employ of its two bosses. The titular Hrodulf and his partner Bjornolfr.

"The locals said that a Reachman came in here not long ago. It is safe to assume that he did this." The other hired muscle for the station's bosses stated.

The first thug approached the remains of the shopkeeper, whom had been put atop the counter and had his chest cut open and his heart cut out. "Reachmen...ugh. Barbarians, the lot of them."

"The bosses won't want this madman loose on their station. We should go after him and put him down." The third thug, the leader of the patrol, said.

Donn had made it to the 5th level, where the Hangman's Bar was located. Some of the shopkeeper's blood was still on his armor, but that wasn't a strange sight on this station. It was a smuggler's den and home to criminals.

He headed for the bar and ordered a drink. He had no idea what this stranger looked like, just that the voice sounded male. So he figured the stranger would approach him.