Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-3293219-20150405124335

"Look, Old Man, I'm not sure how you people do it in your sandpit, out west but here we pay for services." A young, cynical Nord informed Isaiah as he folded his arms, sturdy as a rock.

"Yes, I don't hail from the land of charity, I'm fully aware of that but I don't have that kind of coin on me." The Priest informed him, trying not to let his frustration shine through as he spoke, glaring at the Nord as he did so.

"However, this isn't some... Romance novel or a shitty alchemy book, that tells guides whelps on how to cure nettle stings. This is scandalous... It could get your print works on the map, surely that alone is worth the printing costs."

"Scandalous, huh?" The Nord asked, unconvinced as he folded his arms and rocked from side to side.

"What does it say, that some priest in High Rock didn't wash his socks properly? You're going to have to give me more than that..."

Isaiah calmed a little as he heard this, he seemed to have the Nord's attention. It wasn't a complete accident that he came here, Solitude also had a publishing firm but they were doing so well that they wouldn't even let him through the door. This print works, however, was not doing so well...

"I have a first hand account, that implicates a High Priest in Hammerfell of... Well, numerous acts of depravity. Few people know this but me, since I was there at the start. I saw what she did, first hand, I know what she put people through!"

The Nord raised his hand, cutting the Redguard off, he'd heard enough and he was too hung over for this crap anyway.

"Alright, old man, I've heard enough... Look, this print works does not exists to simply trash the reputations of elderly priests, hell, that might just get us shut down.

You can't pay us and chances are, this book'll just get our print works burned down by an army of angry folk, who don't appreciate us spreading crap around, about a kindly old woman."

"She's a monster!" Isaiah protested, lifting up his binder and slamming it down on the table.

"They'll see that, once they-"

Sadly, he was cut off once more, as the Nord raised his hand and shook his head, now he had heard enough.

"I'm sorry, Father but I don't want to hear it. I'd suggest trying your luck with the Black Horse Courier or through word of mouth but no one would take this seriously and, to be honest? It would be a nightmare, for both of us if they did."

Kolgrim sighed, heavily as he nodded and slowly stood up, perhaps he should have gotten more sleep the night before... Perhaps he should have prepared a pitch...

Perhaps he shouldn't have even bothered, she was already a saint in most people's eyes. No one knew the real her, even her true name was lost to them as the temples wrapped her in a holy veil, to hide her human flaws. People would look to her as a role model, for the next twenty years and when she died, they'd pray to her, like a deity.

He couldn't allow it, he had to try, he owed it to the people who suffered at her hands...

"Thank you..." He muttered, composing himself as he straightened his back and glared at the Nord.

"I'll show myself out..."