Robert
She would nod, only to happenly see the hairless Khajiit walk in.

<<Convient... Very convinent...>She mentioned in her mind.

Calina would apporached the Khajiit who happened to be hairless.

"Hey, you looking for work. I might have need for you..." She asked.
Rodney
"Hm? Hassraska does not do work for the Man. He can smell the authority all over you! This one's time is valuable."

*He was shirtless. His skin was a very dark grey, and he had a few tattoos. Odd tattoos. He had a sleeve of a Red Dragon down his arm. It was likely Nahfahlaar, but why would a Khajiit have Dragon tattoos?*

"But This One may forget your affiliations for the right price."
Robert
<< Of course...>>

"I have plenty of money... 800 sound good for you?" She crossed her arms.

Calina knew how these people worked and she had plenty of money to spare. She didn't spend it on expensive goods, more of had enough to help support the town. Most of the money was for the town, not for herself.
Rodney
"Yes... But it makes this one wonder why you would spend so much?"

*800 was more than he made in a month. It was too much to turn down, even if he was working for the guards. He never liked authority. Not since he was in Anequina during the war.*

"Tell Hassraska what he needs to do."
Robert
"Simple job really, I just need you to head to Riften and sneak or break into the the guard captain's house or his personal quarters. I need some good info or dirt that will expose him, return the evidence to me and you'll get payed. I need some proof before I can make a warrant and put my next phase to have him rot in Dragonsreach's dungeon." She explained to him.

"I don't know much else, but I do know from a good gut feeling that he is a no good rat, that needs to be caged." She added.

Calina needed to get somebody else to do the dirty work. She would be caught dead if she ventured into Riften and broke into somebody's house just to have a chance on getting info. Still, she had plenty of money due to her simple living and her not wanting to spend all of her money for herself but rather for the people of Whiterun. This in her mind was a good use for the money.
Rodney
"Hrrmmm... Hassraska can help. But he requests one thing."

*He removed his gigantic backpack, and rummaged through it. It looked like it was filled with treasures beyond anyones wildest imagination. But they were all fake. He removed a paper. It had an imperial wax seal.*

"This one came to Skyrim in... Custody. Perhaps you could sign this Pardon? Then Hassraska will help. He is the best in the business!"

*What business? Who knew.*