"Take this, it's from a friend," whispered the voice of a mysterious Dark Elf.
Jakar sat bolt upright and reached for his dagger.
"Just take it!" snapped the Dark Elf.
"Who are you!?" snarled Jakar, his eyes narrowed, teeth bared.
"I'm just somebody" replied the Dark Elf coolly, dropping the note on Jakar's bed "read it and follow the instructions."
Before Jakar could string together two words the Dark Elf had vanished. Fuming he stared down at the letter and read through it hastily. He snorted, this man (whoever he was) was making him out to be a fool.
"I can offer you less time in prison," Jakar muttered to himself. This cocky being was not worth his time. Though he sounded like a rich noble of some sort, maybe he could take the man out with a bow hijack the loot and be off with a flash. Despite the last time he had attempted this Jakar had been caught looting the fallen victim, yet it did not mean it would happen again. Jakar run his clawed paws through his long mane of hair. If the target was an Argonian it would make the deed a whole lot more enjoyable. Smiling to himself Jakar slowly drifted off to sleep.
The following morning Jakar woke early, pulled on his rags, shouldered his bow, pocketed his dagger and left the room and exited The Bloated Float Inn. As soon as Jakar strode through the door he was nose to nose with Hieronymus Lex. Jakar took a large stride backwards.
"Ah isn't it the cat burglar," Lex said his tiny eyes glinting; his steel armour shining in the sun.
"Get away from me Imperial scum!" road Jakar his fist clenching around his dagger.
"You need to keep your temper down, Khajiit, as an agent of the grey fox I would expect you to be as silent as the shadow," commented Lex.
"The grey fox is nothing but a myth!" said Jakar fiercely, his grip around his dagger tightening.
"You think so do you?" replied Lex solemnly.
"What do you know of him?" snapped Jakar, his urge to stab Lex growing after every word he spoke.
"Not much," grunted Lex "now I must be off, I have important duties to attend to."
Jakar snorted "watch your back Lex, there might be my knife in it someday."
"And you watch your back Khajiit; if I catch you thieving it might be the death penalty."
Jakar grinned slyly. As soon as Lex was out of sight he glanced down at the parchment. The garden of Dareloth was just nearby. As he proceeded along the waterfront someone tapped him on the shoulder. Whiling round Jakar saw that it was an Argonian. The Argonian smiled weakly.
"What do you want!?" inquired Jakar menacingly.
"Begging your pardon sir, I did not mean to disturb you."
"Just tell me your name or I will silence you!"
"Amusei sir," answered the Argonian.
"And what do you want from me?"
"I spotted the letter in your hand, I have an identical one!" Amusei said "so you're going to join the thieves' guild to!"
"I'm only in it for the gold," muttered Jakar uninterestedly. Telling this untrustworthy Argonian his plan was not a good idea.
"Ah me to sir, me to" replied Amusei hastily "and the honour of joining. Maybe I will actually get to meet the Grey Fox!"
"The Grey Fox is exists does he?" inquired Jakar milady interested.
"You don't believe in the Grey Fox?" said Amusei incredulously "he is the most wanted thief in the whole of Tamriel!"
"Yes I knew that," said Jakar now suddenly irritable.
"The Thieves Guild is a group a hired thieves, and the Grey Fox is our leader" continued Amusei.
"I am busy," Jakar lied "good day to you."
"See you tonight," replied Amusei, winking.
As Jakar strolled off along the harbour turning over in his mind what Amusei had said. He very much wanted to meet the Grey Fox, which would mean not killing him at the garden of Dareloth.
As the hours past by Jakar sat in the garden of Dareloth, glaring at the people who eyed him suspiciously. If he got the chance he would kill Amusei. Stupid Argonian who knew nothing about thievery. He was just the same as every other Argonian. They would boast about how they are far superior to Khajiit, how their land of The Black Marsh has not been taken by the Imperials unlike Elsweyr. In Jakar's eyes, a Khajiit was ten times an Argonian.
The sky slowly started to turn dark and Jakar saw a group of gossiping Breton women. Bretons were supposedly the best spell casters in the whole of Tamriel next to High Elves. Another stuck up race. Not as much as High Elves.
The sky was now pitch black. Half an hour before midnight Amusei and a female Bosmer arrived. Amusei grinned at Jakar and he scowled back.
"Hello" the Bosmer said in a kind voice "my name is Methredhel, what's yours?"
"Jakar" he grunted meaninglessly.
"Pleased to meet you" replied Methredhel.
At midnight Jakar noticed a Redguard vaulting the wall into the garden. Jakar rose from the earth and headed towards the Redguard.
"Greetings, Grey Fox" he said, half bowing.
The Redguard laughed. "I'm not the Grey Fox" he chuckled.
Jakar stood, his mouth hung open. If this man was not the Grey Fox, then who was? Had he been fooled in some way? What was going on?