Corrina
*There really wasnt anything blatantly out of the ordinary so far.

"Supposed. I believe it is fiction though."

*She moved to show a neatly stacked cube of books.*

"They make paper in Falkreath. It's comparatively cheap to make compared to other places. Especially Morrowind. It's a better setup here in Skyrim."
Anthony
"Why set up in Riften?" He asks, "Certainly it would be cheaper to have the shop in Falkreath. You'd save on delivery costs that way."
Corrina
"Property is cheaper here than the other major cities. Falkreath is too small to turn a profit. I did a great deal of research."

*She turned, walking towards the door.*

"Some sort of cult makes most of the paper, if that's of any interest to you."
Anthony
"Could be, might check that out." He says, "Let's keep going, I'll need to see the whole place before checking anything else."
Corrina
*She opened it and turned up the stairs. Some small paintings were on the wall here. There was a small closet. She opened it. It was dark inside but it looked to be mostly miscellaneous crates and some brooms. She continued into the office. A skinny dunmer with glasses was sat in a chair.*

"A local author."
Anthony
As he walks he scans the rooms, he's seen his fair share of fronts, so he knows how they would hide something suspicious. "Glad to see you uplisfting the local talent."
Corrina
*He was quiet, but there were tons of papers layed out on the table. But it was just actual writing. Truth be told, nothing illicit actually happened here. It was just a way to launder money.*

"I trust everything is up to code then?"
Anthony
"I'm not completely convinced you're innocent, but there's nothing overt." He says, still somewhat suspicious, the Curios were well associated with House Hlaalu, and Hlaalu was known for being shady
Corrina
*She feigned shock in a very sarcastic way.*

"Me? I'm almost offended... How the world has looked down on us since the Red Year..."

*She switched her tone to something more serious.*

"What did you expect to find here?"
Anthony
"That's for me to know." He says, anyone with two braincells to rub together would know he was on the lookout for a skooma lab
Corrina
"Storehouse at the docks."

*She said, blankly. She waited for him to inquire further so she could know how much she needed to say.*
Anthony
"And what will I find there?" He asks, a quizzical look on his face. His hand almos instictively rests on the pommel of his blade
Corrina
"I think we could have a very fruitful agreement, take your hand off that sword, and we can cut a deal."

*She leaned on the wall.*

"There was once a city... Ruled by an Old Witch. There was a Queen... But tied to that Queen... Strings. And when the Witch pulled the Queens strings, she turned a blind eye to all the crime and scum below..."
Anthony
"Maven's the Witch and Jarl Laila the Queen?" A rhetorical question, he knew he was on the money, "What can you do that I can't?"
Corrina
"I unfortunately happen to be a String."

*She looked up towards the ceiling for a moment before looking back at him.*

"Cheap Skooma kills. She favors amateurs that lick her boots."

*She was very methodical with what she was saying. She did plan to admit herself soon but only when she was confident.*
Anthony
"And I assume you're too good to sell cheap stuff and lick her boots." He says, "I assume you use fresh moon sugar? Proper stills and the like to make sure it's pure?"
Corrina
"It's not Balmora Blue, but it's pretty close. Sort of a cyan color... Fresh sugar, triple distilled. Strong, mildly addictive, and won't drive you mad."

*She smirked.*

"Even could help a hardcore addict get clean."
Anthony
"I'd like to see before believing." He says,"Shall we? I'm not going alone."
Corrina
*She stopped leaning, and grabbed a cloak from a hanger.*

"I don't want to be seen with you... No offense."

*She turned, walking down the stairs.*
Anthony
"Feeling's mutual." He says, following, "I've a reputation to maintain."
Corrina
*They left. It was the evening. A cold one at that.*

"Maintaining a reputation? With the Guild? Don't act as though you don't break bread with them. I'm smarter than that."
Anthony
"Actually I don't anymore. Maven cut that tie." He says quietly, "Get my outside assistance from other groups, now."
Corrina
"Then I won't ask anymore questions."

*The docks werent too far. They'd reach the warehouse. Locked. She didn't have the key.*
Anthony
"So how do we get in." He asks, "Secret knock?"
Corrina
"You have good legs?"

*He was meant to kick it down. It was old wood, and wet from it being on the docks.*
Anthony
"So do you just break the door down every time? Put up a brand new breakable door everytime?" He says, turning around and mule-kicking the door open
Corrina
"This isnt my storehouse."

*The door hit the ground.*

"I've only been in here once."
Anthony
"So then whose is it?" He asks, unsure what he got himself into
Corrina
"Low grade traffickers. Maven's favorite's."

*She drew her shortsword.*

"They heard us."

*There was someone coming up the stairs. A shirtless nord came up. He had on goggles at least. But he really should have been wearing a mask.

"Who in oblivion are you two?"*
Anthony
He draws his blade, "You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?"
Corrina
*She was in a fighting stance but it wasn't the greatest. She wasn't trained. The nord pulled his axe off his hip and charged at Regulus.*
Anthony
"Then pay with your blood!" He shouts, using his sica to redirect the axe away from him, then kicks the nord to the ground. He places his foot on the nords back, pressing the tip to his neck, "So, miss. Is the a covert operation or a real den crackdown." He asks
Corrina
"The first piece of a grander puzzle."

*She looked around. Crates of raw moon sugar... They walked downstairs, their nostrils were filled with a sickeningly sweet smell. Cookware was laid out in a crude manner.*

"It's barbaric."

*On the other side of the room were crates. Bottles of Skooma. Low grade. An almost reddish purple.*
Anthony
He strikes the nord in the back of the head with his pommel, knocking them out. He enters the warehouse, "Moon sugar, probably spoiled. Cheaper to obtain but makes for a worse product." He moves further in, "I'll call my boys over soon, have this place cleaned out."