Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160209172508

(btw, Harold, just to check, Fort Treva is a month away from Riften, right?)

Cynric returned to the Ragged Flagon for the first time in a month. He pushed the button on the coffin in the graveyard, and walked down the stairs that were suddenly revealed by the retracting coffin. He pulled the chain to seal the passage, then slid down the ladder into the Cistern. It had been improved a lot since when he got here, and the sewage had been redirected away from the Guild. The smell still lingered, but it wasn't the overpowering stench it once was.

Cynric walked over the Red Hood - the man in charge of the Black Hoods - Ugrak gro-Bhash, a hefty Orc, but suprisingly stealthy for his size. He was currently training some of the Black Hoods.

"Could I have a moment?" Cynric asked, as the Orc turned around.

"Sure," gro-Bhash replied, though he looked a little irritated. "What do you need?"

"You know the Jarl recently died fighting the bandits of Fort Treva," Cynric said.

"Yeah?"

"Well, it seems the Jarl and his entourage had some pretty valuable jewellery on them, as well as some unique gems."

"How valuable?"

"I estimate around 15,000 gold's worth," Cynric said. He had actually acquired the jewellery from some unfortunate Argonian businessman in the town market.

"So you want me to have it retrieved?" gro-Bhash asked.

"Yes," Cynric said. "I'll give you two weeks to get it organised, then you can get there this time next month."

"Two weeks?" gro-Bhash asked. "That's quite a long time."

"Yes, but this stuff is pretty hot. I want to be sure we have a buyer as soon as we get it."

"As you wish," gro-Bhash sighed. "Anything else?"

"No. You can go back to your training."