Ken
*"'Oh don't worry about the travel cost,' they said, 'they'll pay extra for the carriage delay,' they said!* Well i don't know about *You,* But fifteen septims wasn't *Nearly* Worth the trouble of a no-show carriage ride!" He flung the doors open of the Four-Shields Tavern as he stormed out, making it known that—*Yeah, he was pissed.* 

"Oh but the bright side, at least we ended up getting that carriage ride that ***I*** Had to pay for! Seriously what. A. Cheapskate! Does that stupid Altmer really believe I work for free?! I'm one of the best inventors in the whole province and *This* Is the treatment I'm getting for my contributions to society?! I must be going mad!" He threw his arms up in a dramatic fashion as he continued to vent rather loudly for nearby townspeople to hear. *Not that he noticed.* When he recieved a letter requesting for him to begin commission work for a noble in Dragon-Bridge, he was actually excited! But when he waited outside for nearly an hour for a promised carriage—*That never appeared—* You can imagine he was pretty pissed. So not only did he waste his time waiting outside of Solitude for a no-show carriage—he ended up *Paying* For his own carriage, which for the record—*Wasn't very comfortable!* And not only did that prissy noble barely pay the preferred price of a fifteen-day-worked-on painting— he had the audacity to barely make up for the no-show carriage! Unbelievable!

"I want to go home." Robin crossed his arms with a heavy sulk and plopped down onto the outside stairs of the inn.
Diane
*Nel was leaning on the wooden railing of the small terrace the Four-Shields had. In wise foresight he did not join his boss in the tavern... Even though this would make him vulnerable for the potential outbreak that would happen outside the building.*

"So I guess things continued to go exactly as they weren't planned?"

*He walked towards Robin, went down the stairs and stood in front of him, also crossing his arms.*

"...Do you want to go back to Solitude? What's the plan?"

*Even though the ride Robin payed for was rubbish and his back hurt as much as it was cold in this forsaken lands, he tried to stay calm and keep a small smile in his face... Because nothing was more motivating to look happy than to risk Nelars bad mood would just increase his bosses already really really REALLY bad mood.*
Ken
He buried his face within his hands and let out a very auditable groan. "I don't know!" He grumbled, shifting his hands to pull at his drooped ears in frustration. 

"It's not like we can leave now! I accepted that stupid offer and now I regret it! That offer was for us to stay for *At least* A week to complete any more commission work but—" He cut himself off mid-sentence with a frustrated growl as he pulled harshly on his ears. "I could be at home right this second in front of a warm fire—I don't know, just anything besides being in this freezing weather! But now I'm stuck here out of the comfort of my cozy studio.." The longer he ranted, the quieter his voice became as he eventually clutched the sides of his arms. 

The thin sleeves of his blouse offered no protection from the occasional sweeping breeze of the town. "I even forgot my coat.. Nelar, please provide a reason why I shouldn't commit arson this very second."
Diane
*His arms still crossed the Dunmer stood in front of his boss and smiled calmly.*

"Well... There are way to many witnesses around. Let's wait till nighttime and then we can light it up. 

Have you prepared for a life as wanted criminal? Maybe there are some bandit clans we could join... If you're lucky they might even pay you!

*Laughing sarcastically, though quietly, he looked around the down. It was a frozen hellhole... Robin was totally right with that.*

"I'm not gonna ask you to stay here. But we need the job to be fulfilled, don't we?"
Ken
"I guess.." Robin muttered tiredly and reached out to tug on his ears for comfort yet again. *"It still doesn't change the urge I have to burn this town to the ground."* 

He glanced around, letting out a loud, annoyed scoff. Maybe he really had spent too much time indoors—even he had to admit that he was *A little* Pampered within his lifestyle to really endure the reality of outdoors.. This was the first time in months he really had stayed outside for more than just five minutes! He stuck his bottom lip out in a childish pout as he scoped the area before he dug around in his pocket for his coin purse. 

However realization flashed over his face as his eyes widened at the emptiness of his pocket. "Oh no, no, no, no.." He began to murmur as fear spread across his face while he rummaged through his pockets then throughout his belt. "Oh no, no, no—this cant be happening, did you come inside at all?! I didn't give you my coin purse, did i?! I forget a lot—please tell me I'm a fool and that you have it!" He worryingly gazed to his assistant in a pleading look before he unbuckled his belt and dug through it yet again but as before there was nothing. He desperately tried to remember but then a sickening feeling twisted in his stomach when he realized Nelar never entered the tavern with him upon reaching town. *"Please tell me I'm going mad and I didn't just get robbed blind.."*
Diane
*Nelars smile faded after he realized his boss did screw up even more that he though was possible...*

"You took the purse inside... Why would you enter a tavern without a purse anyways...

By Azura don't tell me it's gone..."
Ken
His ears were pinned down as he frantically searched his pockets again. "No, no, no, no—I *Always* Carry everything, you know that! I rarely leave my things out—I hate doing that!" He hopped to his feet as he patted himself down swiftly. 

"I'm an idiot, I'm such a fool—are you sure I brought it inside?!" His breathing gradually hitched into fast, shallow breaths and a nervous giggle left his mouth in a start of hyperventilation. "I can't believe this—I knew something was off about that client!" Robin's short-lived anger turned into devastation as he began to pace shakily along the steps. "It's not like I can storm back inside—he left me inside moments before because he had to be somewhere!" He began to fidget unsteadily with his hands as he paced back and forth, "I can't believe this—please, please, please tell me you have it or at least tell me I must've misplaced it!"
Diane
*"He can't be serious... Oh he just can't..."*

"Robin... You took it with you. I don't have it."

*Nelar stopped crossing his arms, his hands wandering around his pockets. After he was sure he did not get the purse, his next move was grabbing one of his axes. 
He walked up the stairs slowly.*

"How did this Aldmeri fetcher look like? Let's have a word with him, shall we?"
Ken
He watched Nelar head up the stairs and shot him a pleading look. "You don't get it, *He left!* He's not in there anymore—" 

Hurryingly, he followed Nelar up the stairs and tugged at his assistant's sleeve. "I forgot what he looked like, all I know is that his voice was deep and scratchy— but I don't remember what exactly he looked like! He certainly didn't act nor dress like any noble I've met before! But I can't remember, I was too mad to even glance at him!" Robin looked up at the Dunmer and tugged on his sleeve again, "Didn't he come out here though? He left saying he had somewhere to be so I thought he left the tavern since he just disappeared! Did you see anyone leave the tavern—please tell me you have!"
Diane
*Nelar turned around to Robin, quite surprised to be tugged by his boss like that. 
Listening to Robins perceptions he massages his temples.*

"You can't mean the guy that looked like a criminal even of you would encounter him in a snowstorm that renders you blind... Right? 
Was that filthy fetcher the one who gave us the assignment?"
Ken
He meekly glanced downwards, his grip still on Nelar's sleeve. He avoided eye contact as he hesitantly asked; *"...Would you be upset if I told you it was the very same man that asked us to stay here..?"* 

Robin felt around the inside of his pockets again and the dread feeling in his stomach twisted each time he checked his pockets. "I had no idea he'd be a criminal.. I've been robbed before but not like this! I'm such an idiot!" Releasing his hold on Nelar's sleeve, he pulled at his hair in exasperation.
Diane
*Nelar frowns, lets go of his axe and walks down the stairs. He steps around a bit and turns around to Robin again.*

"...You're the boss. So what now? I mean we obviously can't do anything right now. And the guards are *He looks around* Not really helpful."
Ken
He hopelessly wandered beside his assistant, and continued to pace in place. "I don't know! I wasn't really expecting to be *Robbed* Today!" Robin stopped pacing to turn to Nelar and his worried expression shifted to a suspecting one. He slowly approached closer and narrowed his eyes suspectingly; "Are you *Absolutely positively sure* You don't have my coin purse? Just.. Empty your pockets." His tone sounded untrusting and cold but he could never be sure. 

*After his last assistant, who's to say Nelar is any different?*
Diane
*Standing there in front of the tavern, Nelars look became a mixture of shocked and confused. Was he serious? He couldn't be, right?*

"...You want me to empty my pockets? Do... Do you think I took it?"
Ken
Robin crossed his arms, taking a moment to look Nelar up and down suspiciously. "Well.. I wouldn't want to believe that you had taken it but..." He trailed off, trying to shove down the tange of guilt that began to jab at him. "Well.. *Go on.* It's only to be thorough, I promise. *If you have nothing to hide, it shouldn't be much of an issue."* 

Robin had to admit, his tone sounded more malicious and colder than intended but he had to remain persistent. With an expectant look, he gestured for Nelar to empty his pockets.
Diane
*Nelar raised his eyebrows. Well if Robin wanted to play that game...*

"So. You want a proper search. No problem."

*Nelar went through his own pockets and turned them around. They were empty, since all of his stuff was in a bag he carried, which he also opened. 

Some tools, a wooden flute and a spare pair of clothes came out of the back, which laid down on the ground, together with his empty back. 

He smiled politely at Robin.*

"So. Nothing that looks like a your purse, hm? ...Oh, but wait!"

*He meddled with his shirt and started to pull it over his head...*

"Maybe I'm hiding it under my shirt. Let's be sure that this isn't the case, hm?"

*Soon after he stood in front of the tavern with his fit body exposed to the cold and only his shoes and trousers on.

He glanced at Robin and raised his eyebrows...*

"So. Do I need to get that one checked as well? *He holds his trouser waistband* Or are we done here?"

*Even though he was kinda angry, his voice remained friendly and polite. This wasn't about arguing or insulting... But more about making a point clear...*
Ken
He silently watched unphased as Nelar emptied each of his pockets. His eyes darted to each of his belongings that now laid along the ground. He huffed reluctantly, *He felt shameful for being wrong in his accusations but he had to at least be sure..* 

"Okay, okay I apo—*What do you think you're doing?! It's cold! Why are you removing your shirt—?!"* Robin immediately flung his hands to his face to cover his eyes. His cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as he listened begrudgingly to his assistant—why had he removed his clothing?! All Robin wanted was to see if he had his coin purse—*And perhaps check if he truly was a thief but—* Why in oblivion would he go this length to prove such a point?! 

Robin sheepishly peeked through the crevices of his fingers and attempted to shoot Nelar a grimacing glare. "Y-you buffoon—put your shirt b-back on—do you wish to catch a cold or something?!"
Diane
*Nelars Arms rested on his hips while he was piercing Robin with his eyes*

"Well. If I'm a thief I should deserve freezing to death, don't you think?"
Ken
He shot his hands down in a fit as his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Glaring to the passing by townsfolk, he begrudgingly muttered; "P-people are staring! Now is *Not* The time for one of your stupid lessons!" 

He angerly stomped his boots as a wave of childish anger coursed through him. To anyone from an outside perspective, this wouldve seemed as if a little boy had been throwing a temper tantrum when being taught a much deserved lesson—*But to Nelar, this was a frequent occurrence.*

"We don't have time for you to rub it in my face that I made a baseless but rather *Understandable* Assumption! You're right, I'm wrong—can we move on now?!"