Jacques Corbeau had been sitting on the dirty, moist floor in one corner of the cell up until now. He had listened to the wealthy merchant's proposal and the reactions of his fellow prisoners. He had been trying to appear calm and indifferent, so that when<em>he</em>offered to help it might seem like this Reaver would benefit more from the arrangement than him. But, seeing more and more people joining up, he began to fear that soon there might be a surplus of candidates. And so he stood up, and walked towards the front of the cell. To hell with appearing indifferent, he had to act, now. Or else he might be left here to rot.<br/><br/>"So, you want a band of criminals to retrieve a piece of jewelry that's clearly worth a small, no, a large fortune, from people or things you do not wish to tell us about," he said in a loud voice, before pausing for a moment to wait for everyone to look at him. "Excellent! Get me out of here, get me my sword, my dagger and my other possessions and I'll do it."<br/><br/>Jacques had been locked up once before, but that was different. That time, he had been locked in the Imperial City Prison. This time, he had been imprisoned in Skyrim. And while the guards in both prisons may have been equally abusive, the prisons in Skyrim were a lot colder than those in Cyrodiil. Combined with the wet floor in the cell, this made sleeping at night particularly unpleasant. He couldn't stand the idea of staying here any longer than necessary.