A Thief's Companion:
The destruction of Mzulfarik
My head hurts. I probably shouldn't have drunk all that mead. At least they had some Black-Briar. Even if I do loathe Maven, her mead is way better than that Honningbrew bile. Don't know how they even stay in business. Anyway, I should head down to that shop near the gates, "Radiant Raiment", I think it's called. Should be able to get some decent clothes there, one way or another. Plenty of pockets. And a cloak. With a hood. Some padding won't hurt, either, these Nords still haven't worked out how to put shingles on properly, and it's very easy to slip off a roof when you're climbing through the next-door's window. And ribs take forever to healwhen they're broken in twenty-odd places. Led to some awkward questions, I can tell you. But anyway, time to go shopping. With other people's money, of course.
Well, I've finally found this store everyone told me so much about, and it turns out the proprietor hates me. And everyone else. But, the windows are locked from the inside, so I have to put up with her. She's actually very good. But very, very annoying. Hopefully she's got what I want. "I was looking for something light, but durable enough to last me for a long time, maybe a fur cloak and hood, plenty of pockets, and maybe a satchel too. Not anything too bright, either, colours that don't stand out, but look good enough to wear in front of the Jarl. Also, some light armour of some sort, if you can.", I asked hopefully. "I can do that easily, but I'll need plenty of coin before you see anything." "How much?", I sighed, as the bargaining began. We finished a little over an hour later, finally settling on a price of four hundred and thirty seven septims, far more than I had originally expected. About two hundred septims more. Still, when I came back three days later to see what she had put together, it was well worth it. For the cloak, I was expecting cowhide, wolf at best. I got the entire skin off an ice bear, with suede leather lining on the inside. Soft, fur-lined leather boots, and hardened leather gauntlets, tough enough to deflect a sword thrust, leaving my hands uncovered, with fur lined gloves for cold weather. Woven tunic and pants, with leather and Skyforge steel reinforced armour plates, all light enough for me to do anything I want in. It was perfect. I told her so, and she just scowled at me, so I paid her and left. I spent the rest of the day asking around for information about the city, preparing for my raid on the Blue Palace. I reasoned, if there was going to be a note somewhere revealing the location of the Crown, it would be either there, or Castle Dour. I'm hoping it's the Blue Palace. The Legion is based in Castle Dour, so it'll probably be in there somewhere anyway, but I'd rather only have to break in once. They tend to notice the second time round. Very annoying.
