"Ah, nothing as adventuresome as your tale I can assure you. Being a well trained Mage has it's ups and downs but very rarely does it involve alot of sword play, which is why I've joined the Fighters Guild a year back" Arvahn said leaning back in his chair and looking at the two women still at the bar. That part was true enough, he was a mage and he had joined the Fighters Guild a year ago but, that wasn't where his wealth came from.<br/><br/>The truth was he part of an organization called The Red Mist, an organization much bigger than the more well known Dark Brotherhood of Tamriel.<br/>The Red Mist trained their assassins personally, and roughly too, if you didn't pass the premier tests to entry then you were killed. Killing people to the Red Mist was simply busness, a way to ensure complete cooperation and to make sure there were no leaks. Unlike the Dark Brotherhood, they didn't believe in the Night Mother or any of the religous rituals associated with their killings, but, that didn't mean that they couldn't be just as messy. Ofcourse Arvhan had never told any of his friends of his job, the organization required absolute secrecy, even mentioning them in everyday conversation had dire consequences.<br/><br/>Finishing off his ale, Arvahn got up "I'm headed for a refill, anybody want any more as well?"