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“. . . and I tell you he didn’t budge for five minutes!” Wulfstan walked slowly toward the big red tent, telling his new acquaintances about the time he and a mage friend of his dropped some harrada in his brother’s mead. He stopped talking for a moment, though not really pausing, with a reflective look on his face. The Nord accepted the death of his family and clan long ago, and it didn’t really bother him anymore, save every once in a great while. The sun had moved quite a ways through the sky, and Wulf realized that he’d ‘talked’ the two women through quite a bit of the afternoon. The Nord loved to tell stories, but despised bragging. Still, he figured he'd better warn Selene and Yuwi. “This reminds me: If I ever start ranting and you don’t wanna hear it, just tell me to shut it. I’m a talker, and I’ll be the first to tell you about it, trust me.”

"Hello! Hello! Travellers," A guild's man said warmly greeting these three new arrivals. He slapped his hand on the man's back giving him a good pat as a greeting. "Have you come looking for a good job? Or are you one of our brothers and sisters from Chorrol?" the man asked, hoping that an answer of yes to either question would pop out of their mouths.

Wulf liked his new companions also, and was especially glad that they didn’t mind his constant jabbering. The Nord was even more excited that Selene seemed to actually pay attention to and enjoy his stories, rather than just pretend to listen out of politeness. He was going to make some passing remarks about his thoughts on his two new buddies, but stopped short when a random hand slapped him on the shoulder. Yuwi seemed to jump at the chance to speak to the man, and as the Bosmer and the guild member conversed, Wulf looked around, noticing especially the small rack of weapons toward the far “wall” of the tent. Good, I’m probably going to need some new equipment.

“Yea, what she said. Some friends in Bruma sent me down here. They said you guys had a lot of stuff that needs taken care of. Anyway, I’m here– or we are here– about the job she was talking about.” Wulf nodded at Yuwi, and then blinked for a minute, making sure what he just said made sense. It seemed to. Well, it did to him anyway.

"Well, its very nice to meet you all! I like it when people come in here lookin for a job! Follow me, follow me," the man said, leading the three half ways across the tent to a small little desk located near the middle of the area. "Aw yes, our ghost problem," he began as he sat down on his desk, holding a few papers in his hand. "It seems no one has really tried to re-enter the castle until now. The steward of Kvatch has reported a disturbance of old ghosts that once used to be guards during the Oblivion raid. These ghosts won't let anyone pass through. They think any living thing that enters the castle gates are daedra. A few of the stewards men went in, but came out just as fast. A lot of folk don't like dealing with supernatural crazed ghosts. Haha! You should've seen their yella bellies come running out of that castle....Oh my oh my!" The man said with a chuckle.

"Alright, getting down to business now," the guildsman said, taking a seat on his desk chair as he laid out three pieces of paper for the others to sign. "These are just forms saying you'll accept the job. If you sign on with the guild in this book here," he said setting a large hard covered book on the table, "you'll recieve some complentry weapons for your little quest." That's where the man usually got lone travelers. Weapons weren't all too cheap now a days and he thought that he could snag at least the young bosmer with their silver bow.

"Of course! Of course! Why, we don't send you out in missions that we know you'd be doomed in. Haha, that's for the mage's guild," the man said, giving himself a good chuckle. "Go ahead and help yourself to you type of weapon. We have silver in all kinds!" the guildsman boasted. "Oh, by the way! My name's Gretan, Imperialist from our good ol' city," the man said as he finally introduced himself.

No one had noticed the cloaked Dunmer standing in the back of the tent watching the small party. and now it's just yuwi left...The Dunmer called to Gretan, "Steward,". Gretan and the trio turned to face him, but in the cover of shade and his black cloak, all they could see were his blood-red eyes,"Tell me, if I sign..", The Dunmer stepped into the light, revealing a cloaked Dunmer, a little short for his race, with gray hair. His weapon belt, empty of course, was slung over his back. A sly grin was on his ash colored face,"Tell me, if I sign, would it be legal, and acceptable for me to take what I can salvage?"

A foreign voice spoke behind her back and Selene, finishing the signature, turned to face the newcomer. A Dunmer, unmistakably. She could see the piercing glow of his red eyes and the dark-skinned stranger smirked at their little gathering.
~He looks like an assassin...~ - the girl thought to herself but assumed a calm demeanour. She could see the slight twitch in Wulfstan's eye, assuming he didn't approve of their new companion. Selene decided not to judge before knowing because she found Dunmer as a rather intriguing race.
"Greetings, stranger. Who might you be?"