The search for the escaped criminal led to another dead end. The Markarth guards were utterly uncommunicative, refusing to divulge any information pertaining to 'on-going investigations.' Biting back a curse I trudged through the narrow gulley by the Shrine of Talos to go see if the boys had had more luck, only to be stopped as someone stepped out in front of me. My hands flew to my sword, breaking the seal of the scabbard but not drawing it. My guard relaxed slightly when I saw the figure was unarmed but I kept my senses alert for trouble.
"You've been looking for that man. The one who spoke to Weylin." The man was twitchy, constantly looking over his shoulder, "Please, we can't talk here. They're all around us. Follow me." He turned to head into the gloom of the Shrine.
Hmmm. Trap or idiot. Either way I'm screwed.
But it was the only lead I had. And Vilkas would probably grumble if I turned up without checking it out. So I followed the echoing footsteps into the quiet.
He was waiting for me by the wrought iron metal of the shrine to man who had been Tiber Septim, wringing his hands nervously, "I'm sorry to drag you into Markarth's problems, but after that attack in the market, I'm running out of time." I frowned, "How is my criminal related to the attack?" "You want answers? Well so do I. So does everyone in this city. A man goes crazy in the market. Everyone knows he's a Forsworn agent. Guards do nothing. Nothing but clean up the mess."
Great, a babbler. But I knew it. Well, not in the sense of actually knowing it but I knew something was wrong with those guards.
"This has been going on for years. And all I've been able to find is murder and blood. I need help. Please. You find out why that woman was attacked, who's behind Weylin and the Forsworn, and I'll pay you for any information you bring me." "I still don't see how this concerns the man I'm hunting." "He was the last person I saw talking to Weylin, up by the highest tower. Weylin looked scared of him...I...I didn't hang around or hear what they were saying but it was definitely the man you were asking about." "And where would I find him?" He glanced round and leaned in to whisper, breath hot on my ear, "Nepos the Nose." I hummed slightly under my breath, the name had been overheard in my snooping but not in the actual conversations I had had with the good citizens of Markarth.
Now do I go tell the boys or check it out myself first? Silly question really.
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Call of the Blood 6.1/?
Date: 2013-07-06 01:58 pm (UTC)The search for the escaped criminal led to another dead end. The Markarth guards were utterly uncommunicative, refusing to divulge any information pertaining to 'on-going investigations.' Biting back a curse I trudged through the narrow gulley by the Shrine of Talos to go see if the boys had had more luck, only to be stopped as someone stepped out in front of me. My hands flew to my sword, breaking the seal of the scabbard but not drawing it. My guard relaxed slightly when I saw the figure was unarmed but I kept my senses alert for trouble.
"You've been looking for that man. The one who spoke to Weylin."
The man was twitchy, constantly looking over his shoulder, "Please, we can't talk here. They're all around us. Follow me." He turned to head into the gloom of the Shrine.
Hmmm. Trap or idiot. Either way I'm screwed.
But it was the only lead I had. And Vilkas would probably grumble if I turned up without checking it out. So I followed the echoing footsteps into the quiet.
He was waiting for me by the wrought iron metal of the shrine to man who had been Tiber Septim, wringing his hands nervously, "I'm sorry to drag you into Markarth's problems, but after that attack in the market, I'm running out of time."
I frowned, "How is my criminal related to the attack?"
"You want answers? Well so do I. So does everyone in this city. A man goes crazy in the market. Everyone knows he's a Forsworn agent. Guards do nothing. Nothing but clean up the mess."
Great, a babbler. But I knew it. Well, not in the sense of actually knowing it but I knew something was wrong with those guards.
"This has been going on for years. And all I've been able to find is murder and blood. I need help. Please. You find out why that woman was attacked, who's behind Weylin and the Forsworn, and I'll pay you for any information you bring me."
"I still don't see how this concerns the man I'm hunting."
"He was the last person I saw talking to Weylin, up by the highest tower. Weylin looked scared of him...I...I didn't hang around or hear what they were saying but it was definitely the man you were asking about."
"And where would I find him?"
He glanced round and leaned in to whisper, breath hot on my ear, "Nepos the Nose."
I hummed slightly under my breath, the name had been overheard in my snooping but not in the actual conversations I had had with the good citizens of Markarth.
Now do I go tell the boys or check it out myself first? Silly question really.
"I'll be back in a bit. Wait here for me."