Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-24736819-20150711172935

"Very well, then. Farewell.", Mi'Siri didn't noticed until then, but it seemed that this strange men traveled lightly since he simply fetched his two bags and left, leaving the khajiit inside the room of the Inn where they were.

...

"Leyawiin, then...", he told himself as he went to the stables. He already knew that his former boss was going to be deposed, but only because he heard that young little prick blabbering about being the new boss of the Investigators...

Several days ago, Viktor heard a youngster bragging to his highborn friends of how easy it was to be 'one of those investigators' in the tavern somewhere between the borders of Cyrodiil and Skyrim. He had been called to study the corpses of a newly wed couple murdered in their sleep two days before his arrival and after realizing that the killer had the balls to be standing right next to him when he cut the bodies open it made his job easier and faster, which gave him plenty of time to pursue his other hobbies. That night he found a skinny stablewench who was in need of good coin for her sick father and Viktor saw in that an opportunity.

Well, after the whole ordeal with the stablegirl, he found himself in the tavern and listening to that young brat's bullshit made him quite upset...so naturally he went to teach the young man a lesson...

"Rain.", Viktor woke up from his memories as the heavy rain started to pour over his head and his horse, "Let's not take too long, old friend... I sense a thunderstorm chasing us.", he told the horse.