Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151010231236/@comment-5583506-20151015022033

(Daedra, you can pop out when she gets close to the shabbier districts, if you want.)

Shakti wasn't the least happy about being back in the Imperial City. Her father had done many a great things to support the City Watch and the army, but in the end it hadn't been worth a pig's spit. Her mother had been evicted and rushed out on the street and squalor, poverty and other unpleasantries gave weight to the majority of the social issues the Waterfront had to offer the Cyrodiilic citizen.

She lumbered past the City Watch, pulling her hood down discreetly as they shifted their attention to her. Her tail stuck out beneath her robe and caught the attention of suspicious eyes. Undoubtedly Jagar Tharn had issued the order of what people he was after, but could they really be certain that she was one of them and not just another Khajiit?

Maybe she was just paranoid? Maybe they didn't pay any attention to her at all? If the latter was the case it would certainly make things a whole lot easier. Her first stop would be the Waterfront... and on top of it all she would have to speak with Vendelam Urbahanassi. Despite being the most shadiest and unpleasant Dunmer around, he kept an eye things... mostly illegal activity he could take part in. When she was little he had offered her... several ways to make easy money. The man was pure scum and he wouldn't be mourned if he was to die in a horrible accident, but she needed him alive now more than ever. Because if there was anyone who would have the slightest idea of where her sisters had gone off to after their failed rebellion, it would be him...