Dar'Saro smiled as he poured septim after septim out of the large pouch Nazir had handed him just moments before. With the Brotherhood stronger than it had been in years, high paying jobs came very frequently. He started counting out his coin when his keen ears picked up someone walking into his chamber. He takes a short whiff of the air before saying, "Yes, Babette?"
The vampire child stood in the Khajiit's chamber door, a look of distaste on her face. "Have you been stealing my blood vials?"
"What reason would Khajiit have to take your blood vials, hmm?" He replies. "This one feeds often enough during his missions. Now go away, Dar'Saro is counting out his coin."
"Stop lying, you stupid cat," she shouts back. Dar'Saro turns around and sees the rage and thirst in Babette's eyes. It was obvious she hadn't fed in a while. "I found your fur caught in my chest. Hand it over!"
"Dar'Saro has told you," he calmly replies, rising out of his chair. "He did not take your vials. If it will appease you, you can have one of Khajiit's." The tall feline takes a few steps towards his chest and opens it, pulling out one of the larger vials of blood, offering it to Babette. He had never seen her this starved of blood before, and would not want her to turn feral and attack another member of the Brotherhood. Babette snatched the vial from his hand and chugged it down. Dar'Saro watched as the rage slowly left her eyes and as the color returned to her skin with each gulp.
"Thank you," she said. "But if I find out that it was you, I'll rip your throat out." Babette gave him an innocent smile before skipping out of his room. Dar'Saro sighed, then returned to counting out his coin.
"Six-hundred septims," he whispered to himself, a smirk on his face. "This brings Khajiit to ten-thousand." After shoveling all of his coin back into its pouch, he scooted a small chest out from under his bed and dropped the pouch in it. He began to get slightly peckish, so he retrieved a smaller bottle of blood from his blood chest and drank it as he left the room.
"You there, cat," a thick Nord voice says to him. "Dar'Saro, was it? I've got a special job for you." Dar'Saro once again sniffs the air, only to smell a scent he seldom smells.
"Listener, it is nice to see you."