Menairo slid into his chair, sipping on a tankard of shein. Across from him sat a broad-shouldered Dunmer lad, and to his left, there was a big, burly Nordic man guzzling his third mug of mazte. After a moment of eyeing each other, the Dunmer piped up.
"So, what's the news from the Fighters' Guild?" he asked Menairo. "Ol' Percius is looking for a few good warriors to help some guild guys deal with a gang of bandits over near Ghostgate. The guild guys tried one assault already, but it failed miserably; they lost two people. I don't know if they got any of the bandits." Menairo replied.
"By Azura, those are some tough bandits." the Nord said. "And numerous." the Dunmer added. "And well-equipped." Menairo included.
"Does Percius think that simply replacing those dead guys will suffice?" the Nord asked. "If it's just us three going out there, it's going to be hard if not impossible to make progress." "Nah, there are others heading over there." Menairo said. "What I'm wondering is whether or not these guys are your typical robbers. The whole Fighters' Guild branch here wouldn't come out just for a two-bit group of petty thieves." said the Dunmer. The other two nodded their heads in agreement.
"So, what's the pay?" the Nord asked. "A thousand drakes a piece up front, and another fifteen hundered if we're successful." The Dunmer boy let out a low whistle. "That's a lot of money." he said.
Menairo finished his shein and leaned back in his chair. "So, how are you two with leaving tomorrow morning?" "That's fine with me." the Dunmer said. "Works for me, too." the Nord agreed. "It's settled, then." Menairo said. "I'll see you guys here in the morning and we'll head out."
After a toast, the trio parted ways for the night. As they slid into their beds, visions of battle and gold filled their heads. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
These are short chapters, but I wanted to try my hand at dividing a story into chapters. Also, the 3rd chapter of Shape-Shifter is coming very soon.
Chapter 1
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Menairo slid into his chair, sipping on a tankard of shein. Across from him sat a broad-shouldered Dunmer lad, and to his left, there was a big, burly Nordic man guzzling his third mug of mazte. After a moment of eyeing each other, the Dunmer piped up.
"So, what's the news from the Fighters' Guild?" he asked Menairo. "Ol' Percius is looking for a few good warriors to help some guild guys deal with a gang of bandits over near Ghostgate. The guild guys tried one assault already, but it failed miserably; they lost two people. I don't know if they got any of the bandits." Menairo replied.
"By Azura, those are some tough bandits." the Nord said. "And numerous." the Dunmer added. "And well-equipped." Menairo included.
"Does Percius think that simply replacing those dead guys will suffice?" the Nord asked. "If it's just us three going out there, it's going to be hard if not impossible to make progress." "Nah, there are others heading over there." Menairo said. "What I'm wondering is whether or not these guys are your typical robbers. The whole Fighters' Guild branch here wouldn't come out just for a two-bit group of petty thieves." said the Dunmer. The other two nodded their heads in agreement.
"So, what's the pay?" the Nord asked. "A thousand drakes a piece up front, and another fifteen hundered if we're successful." The Dunmer boy let out a low whistle. "That's a lot of money." he said.
Menairo finished his shein and leaned back in his chair. "So, how are you two with leaving tomorrow morning?" "That's fine with me." the Dunmer said. "Works for me, too." the Nord agreed. "It's settled, then." Menairo said. "I'll see you guys here in the morning and we'll head out."
After a toast, the trio parted ways for the night. As they slid into their beds, visions of battle and gold filled their heads. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.