Snippet #2392790

Time: Nightfall
Town: Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja entered the city with her hood over her head. She looked around the town, few people were still awake, some stumbling out of the tavern. Mostly the guards were patrolling the streets. Approaching the guards she'd whisper. "I look to speak with the Leuitenant." One of the guards glanced at her. "Check the Tavern, he's usually getting drunk, I'm assuming your his new slave, kitten." He'd say with venom in his voice. Dar'ja held back her tongue, as Lucian came forward. "Actually, she is here with me, I must speak with the Leuitenant."

The guard shrugged and pointed to the tavern before walking off saying something about Kahjiit. Dar'ja looked up and hissed. "I will slit his throat tonight." Lucian put a hand on her shoulder. "A poisoned apple will do wonders." With that they started walking to the tavern. When they entered, Dar'ja immediatly spotted the Leuitenant. He seemed sober enough, though his eyes were red, as he stared into the fire.

Walking forward, Dar'ja placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down she whispered, "The Night Mother has heard your pleas, come with me." The man looked at her his face pale and he nodded. Dar'ja led him to an empty room. "Now how can I assist thee?" She'd ask as Lucian closed the door. The man cleared his throat.

"I want the Captian dead, he killed my wife and child.... they were vampyres." He sniffed and looked at both of the Black Hand members. "I will not arrest you, after you commit the deed, but I cannot guarantee you will be safe." He pulled out a money pouch. "I figured 7000 Septims would be satisfying."

Dar'ja took the purse and nodded, "I will commit this crime....in the name of Sithis."