Snippet #2149555

Sobek grimaced behind his mask. How was it that a mere Imperial officer knew of Nocturnal's chosen? It did not bode well for the secrecy of the Nightingales. Unless...unless she did not recognize him as a Nightingale, but simply as a thief. That would be fine, assuming she did not try to arrest him. He noticed a Reguard woman come in behind him. He sniffed carefully and then exhaled happily. Women from the Hammerfall region always smelled deliciously spicy. He had bedded one or two in his time, and they were as fierce warriors in the bedroom as they were on the battlefield. He courteously stepped aside for her, but continued to speak with the Imperial.

"Ah...apologiess for the deception, misss. Nocturnal is the patron ssaint of all thievess. I have left that world behind me, though. I am merely an honesst hunter now. The armor I keep for convenience. Ass to your quesstion, I would not ssay I enjoy Dwemer ruinss, but I have vissited my sshare of them. Markarth, for example, hass some dangerouss ones. Thosse Centurionss keep you on your toess."

The Argonian laughed his dry, scaly laugh.

"And of coursse, theress the Falmer..."

Did Sobek notice a slight shift in the Imperial's eyes? He suddenly felt he knew what the impending test might consist of. He detested Falmer. And Chaurus as well. But most of all, he hated Dwemer constructs. He felt sure he was going to encounter all three soon.

Sobek cleared his throat. He needed to change the subject before she got suspicious. "I will fill out thiss paperwork. You have a writing sstation?"