In the dim light of the prison, doors were being opened. Their rusty bars scratching at the brick flooring laid out in perfect unison. Ushered out of the cells the guards form barricades so that neither could slip or run off. Each one of them was carefully given back their equipment while being watched simultaneously. As they were ushered out rather rudely into the bitter, brisk summer of Skyrim crystals of snow still drizzled from the gray skies. It was noticeable to all of them that Reaver had already known they would take his offer, as a couple of expensive looking carriages stood outside the prisons of the city.<br/><br/>"Stack up," Reaver said.<br/><br/>As each member of the prisons, whether they be criminals or not, lined up into the carriages one grabbed the doors of a black and gold trimmed carriage.<br/><br/>"No no," Reaver said, "This one is mine. You may go with any of the others."<br/><br/>In the end the three carriages were filled. One with Reaver alone with himself. Rothion ended up with the woman named Leonora and the Argonian. Sandra ended up with the Corbeau in another carriage. Rothion twirled his curly hair through his fingers and stared at Nora for a second. He stared out the window stroking his leather satchel before looking back towards her.<br/><br/>"You spoke well," Rothion said calmly and quietly.<br/><br/>Leonora only gave him a curt smile, as if he were trying to pick her up from the bar. All though attractive Rothion knew full well woman were not worth the trouble he was in. He only looked away outside the carriage windows and watched the mountains pass by in the background. It felt like an eternity before the carriages stopped moving on the uneven and rocky roads. They ended up in the quiet outskirts of a city called Solitude. As they opened the carriage doors some of them could only roll their eyes at the excessive waste of money and lavish design of a manor. Of course it had to be Reavers, of course it had to be loud and expensive. It showed off a great deal of his wealth and power.<br/><br/>"This is my humble abode," Reaver said stepping outside the carriage, "This is your new home while you work for me in The Grey's Company. You get the guess house. I'd never let you in the main home."<br/><br/>Reaver only smiled with the corners of his mouth before fixing his blond hair.<br/><br/>"Now then we'll talk your first mission," Reaver said, "When your mission is over, you get a free bed, and warm food. As you're already aware of this amulet is no ordinary amulet. See this amulet was stolen from Cyrodiil, from the Imperial City. Well this was years ago and it was taken off a corpse. I won't play any more games nor play coy. This amulet is known by many as the Amulet of Kings. It's been protected by my client's family for years now. And you need to get it back. Kapeesh. All righty head on out now. Bye bye. Don't be afraid to take the carriages as you please."<br/><br/>Rothion stared rather puzzled like the rest of them. Many of them had questions at the tips of their tongues and immediately they were sent off into the thick of danger without a clue or a word. Was this Reaver just jerking their chain?<br/><br/>"What if we have questions?" Rothion asked.<br/><br/>"Such as?" Reaver asked.<br/><br/>"Such as, who took the amulet?" Rothion asked.<br/><br/>"Take a look around at the wanted signs in town they aren't hard to miss," Reaver said.<br/><br/>"What if they didn't steal it?" Rothion asked.<br/><br/>"That's your job to find out, not mine," Reaver said.<br/><br/>"Right," Rothion said.<br/><br/>"Any other questions?" Reaver asked.<br/><br/>"How do you know it is thee Amulet of Kings?" Rothion asked, "How was it taken out of the Imperial City? How is any of this possible at all it defies logic Reaver."<br/><br/>"You ask to many useless questions," Reaver asked, "I know you're type. Smart and intellectual. It will get you nowhere."<br/><br/>Rothion lowered his eyes at Reaver.<br/><br/>"Yes, any other pointless questions?" Reaver asked.