Robert
"Nah, don't want to do anything that crazy and getting somebody else killed would not be my way. I just need him caught in the act, or perhaps damning paperwork or something that can easily say he's being payed off. I know damn well he's apart of something but I don't have anything physical." She place a hand on her hip.

She wanted this man to go down, but not with blood on her hands. Innocent blood that is.
Joe
"Maybe I could just bribe him to keep a Morag Tong agent free. I would just need a writ... And someone to kill... Or a good actor. He wouldn't have to honor any sort of writ of execution, but a bit of gold would make him obedient. Or maybe i could find a Camonna Tong remnant to use. Thieve's Guild wouldn't want any outlier from a rogue group. Pay him for protection. Or maybe I'm thinking too much. I know he keeps his quarters in the Barracks locked tight. Very tight. If we could get someone in there... We'd have him. The issue would be getting him in your jurisdiction. I wish laws here were as simple as Morrowind..."

*He thought for a moment.*

"There is a Ghastly little Khajiit we could use. Hairless... He's been a good tool once or twice. A bit eccentric. I would rather a Khajiit than an argonian..."
Robert
"No writs, no murder, no blood money. I want to do this as clean as possible. Perhaps if you could send this... Hairless, to me. I can hire him to gather infomation on this man. Something if anything to get him locked up." She told him, rather hiring a thief to rob Riften. Hell, it's not against her laws to hire a thief to rob somebody in a different hold. Different hold, different laws.
Joe
"I suppose thievery in the pursuit of justice is fine then?" 

*He was making a jab at her.*

"He'll be here in a day... He takes a route to peddle his wares. Fake wares, mind you. If you'd like a fake Dragon Priest's mask, I'm sure he has one to make a nice wall ornament."

*He sat down and removed a notebook, bound with a mushroom shaped seal.*

"Until then, I'd like to know about you. Most of my House have little care for other cultures, but I do. I'm writing about Skyrim. I have been for ages. I think the drafts arent good enough... Start over, it's a long process. What can you tell me about Whiterun, i havent spent too much time here."
Robert
"If it means the end of thievery and whatever bullshit he's pulling. Yes... Fight fire with fire. Besides, it's Riften. Everyone is a criminal in Riften." She huffed.

She paused.
"Whiterun is a city of hardworking people, but before I took over. The guards were... Somewhat dependable. It was all thanks to some Imperial smuck named Casius... He didn't take this job seriously."

"My father used to be a guard, but he's retired now and simply helps people around... As well as keeping away from the bottle." 

"But, as for me. I've was born and raised here. Always wanted to be like my dad, keeping the law and order here in this city and beyond it's walls. When I finally got the stones, and was the ripe age of 18. I enrolled as quickly as possible. I showed Casisus and the rest of them what it means to be a protector of Whiterun. I worked longer then other guards, and harder. Eventually, I had some help with some girl. Tia, was her name. Helped me stop the Jarl being poisoned, his brother wrongly accused, and Whiterun being under control of a third party. That earned me Casisus spot who called Mr quote "A good for nothing bitch". He made his way to Solitude... Wondering how he's doing now." She explained mostly about herself.

"As for Whiterun, it's a true Nord's home. One for all. If you're willing to work hard, and be on good behavior. This city is one of the best." She added.
Joe
"Oh, you're rather young. You carry yourself quite maturely."

*He noted everything down almost inhumanly quickly in a very eloquent manner. His handwriting was impeccable.*

"From what I've seen, this might be my favorite city... All of the other ones have their aspects. Perhaps Solitude is a contender for favorite. Markarth and Riften are equally dreadful. I don't know how my Colleague, Byleth, stands it. He's too focused on the past to recognize the present... Being 1500 does that to you."

*That was a shocking age. Most vampires aren't even that old.*

"I suppose I'm due for my story, I'll keep it brief. I was born around Necrom, my father was insane, I studied under Divayth Fyr, met the Nerevarine, fought in the Oblivion crisis, and moved here after the Red Year. I don't stay in contact with Morrowind much... It got tiresome quite some time ago."
Robert
"Whatever products you use, I want them. If you can look good at your age, perhaps I can just as good when I'm 50." She joked.

"You must have seen a lot in your life. I can't imagine all of lessons you've learned in your life. You should tell your stories for the Weekly Mundas Book Read, maybe tells these current generation of kids that bullying a kid for a kiss isn't how you make relationships." She scoffed, more of thinking of a bratty Redguard girl that was nothing but a little trouble maker. It was clear that her parents didn't discipline her.
Joe
"Magic. My mentor, Divayth Fyr, was 4000. I don't have any stories that haven't been told yet. It would be best to leave such things to the creative types."

*He turned his head showing her the braid.*

"I do have a fondness for the children here. When you live so long it is a... Refreshing perspective to speak with someone new to this world. A girl in Shor's stone did this for me... I have kept it ever since. Lessons are best learned through experience, not word of mouth."

*The guar sitting in his lap perked up.*

"He also likes children, they all love him."
Robert
"Come by the schoolhouse on Mondas, and I'm sure the children would love some of your wise words. Be sure they're kid friendly, don't want the kids to be running around and point magical hands at grown ups and calling them s'wit, N'wah... What other slurs... I forget them sometimes.." She teased but gave a offer for him to get better with the community of Whiterun.
Joe
*He actually felt quite touched, a little smirk was worked out of him.*

"I have business over at Arcadia's cauldron, I'll be in town a bit longer, if you receive any complaints of a large daedric beast... He doesn't bite, I'll try and summon him only outside the walls."

*He walked out, and mere seconds later...*
Rodney
*The hairless Khajiit walked in, his gigantic backpack smacking the doorway. It kept stable, though. He had come in for a drink, but he was going to try and scam someone while he was here.*