Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-3293219-20150720154358

"Oh, it was going fine until two months ago." He began, sighing and calming down a little as he turned to the Dunmer.

"This Khajiit, Jo-Sire, he comes to me and asks for some armour, says that his stores is being threatened by skooma dealers and his hired muscle is under equipped to deal with them.

He said that the second that his store makes a profit, some of that gold will make it my way. I figured that was fair, gave him two sets of Steel Armour, cuffed to." He paused, remembering the fine quality of the items, though he valued the money more...

"A-Anyway... I went up to him, just a few hours ago, expecting my payment. Turns out his shop doesn't even exist and the bastard was a skooma dealer the whole damn time. Figured that didn't matter to me, just so long as he paid up, I didn't care what he did with the armour." The Breton shrugged, not caring how that sounded, he had a livelyhood to tend to afterall.

"Anyway, when I went over to him and asked for him to pay his debts, I was blocked off by two grizzly Orcs, wearing my armour! The bastard just laughingly refused and had one of his brutes punch me in the gut, made me puke and everything!"