As tempting as it was, he informed me that the job would have to take place at night longer than I planned to stay here.

This mountain of a man, Hrisskar Flat-Foot was willing to cut me in on a deal to rob the irritating bosmer mentioned before. It was 82 gold, and I couldn't quite help myself.īereft of gold and looking for a word or two, I had a word with the patrons. I gave it some consideration, and realized that I may need a way to defend myself other than the classic Firebite. That Altmer mentioned a copy of the spell Spark he was willing to part with. But I proceeded, for I wanted to have a look at some supplies, and see if there was any work to be had. I had a word with a few people, who all suggested that not only was Arille's Tradehouse the best place to go for drink, foodstuffs, supplies, or a friendly word it was, in fact, the only place to go in this town. The overwhelming desire for elfin incineration soon passed. As I wandered off to take samples, the bosmer simply walked away, freeing me of that grating voice. I know it's in there somewhere.Ī pair of mushrooms caught my eye, and were a perfect distraction. I know nothing about a ring.įargoth: Darn.

An engraved healing ring, family heirloom of mind. I had it last week before their weekly, 'Lets Shake down Fargoth' ritual. I don't know anything about a ring.įargoth: One of the guards took it. Was it the prison time? The manslaughter? Or simply this bosmer's grating voice? I suffered though it.

I cannot explain why, but now that I stood free of the bonds that once held me, I wanted nothing more than to incinerate the first man I met. Decided and resolute, I set forth.įargoth: So your the one the boat dropped off? Odd to see a boat arrive at that time of the day. Then I'll head to Balmora and track him down. What do I do now? I need to see Caius, but I'd like to make sure I'm ready I'm sure he wont mind if I make a quick stop to get a bit of pocket change first-I need spells and equipment. I stood there a moment, letting my eyes readjust to the daylit sky-and my mind adjust to the concept of freedom. Chapter 1: Not even last night's storm could wake you.

Playing a mage in morrowind