Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-24696651-20150720202310

Falcus hadn't bothered to try and catch the shipment. He'd just stood there, shell shocked, vaguely empty. He'd stayed there until he'd heard guards, presumably sent by the carriage driver, and had scurried off to Whiterun in the dimming light. When he arrived, he saw the carriage at the stables. Unguarded, oddly. He didn't think it would stay that way for long. He quickly rifled through the shipment, and pulled out his prize - five gold ingots. It was smuggled, but since a mere flash of the Imperial seam could get anything past customs, it was easy to slip in smuggled goods with Imperial shipments. There was a whole distribution network based around it.

He stuffed the gold in his knapsack,  and headed off to the Bannered Mare. The carriage driver, though he worked for the Legion, wasn't a part of it, so that's where Falcus could tie up that loose end. Besides, he need a drink.