Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-25038310-20150607103134

"Remarkable, is it not, my dear friend?!" Pontius asked, patting Jon's shoulder as he walked next to the nobleman, heading to the party. "The women, the whores, the prostitutes, the food, the mead!"

Jon rolled his eyes at Pontius. He cared for none of those things, but he figured that if he declined the invitation, which he wasn't going to do either way, he would have to wait longer for a job from Pontius. For a few months now he had been his only client and supplied him most of the time with food and water. He wasn't going away anyways. "Yes, Pontius. Ofcourse." He said, rather apathetic.

"As excited as always, aren't you?" The fat noble asked, sarcastically. "Perhaps a party might do you good. Always so serious, so cynical.."

Jon didn't reply, for he didn't see the need to. He had been distracting himself with jobs, not women or alcohol. He had enough coin to live a decent life, but that was so.. boring.

Pontius suddenly glanced at an Altmer, who was standing with another group consisting of a Nord hailing from Skyrim, a Dunmer from Morrowind and a Breton from High Rock. "Look at that smug altmer slut," Pontius exclaimed to Jon, who also looked at the Altmer from the corner of his eyes.

"Every last one of them deserve to die," Pontius continued. "Good for nothing Thalmor fuckbeds, I say.."

Jon sighed. Here is the cynical racist ranting again. "Pontius, are you not a noble? Perhaps you should socialize abit with some fellow high ranking folks, no?" He asked ,rather sarcastic. He was getting rather annoyed with the constant remarks coming from his employer.

The imperial glared at the mercenary, before shrugging. "Whatever. The party has not started either way yet.. Go ahead, but try to find me once you're in there. I'll have a job for you by then."

Jon frowned, crossing his arms. The Imperial noticed he had caught Jon's unwavering attention.

"Yes, exactly. It will keep you busy long enough. Don't forget and don't try to make a fuss, alright? Off you go." The imperial dissmissed him; walking over to some equally high and important looking group of nobles.

Jon looked around, figuring he would need something to do. Of course he didn't know what.