Sivir Drakescale (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/Sivirdrakescale.jpg) groaned as she awoke, last night's chase hitting the 7 foot tall half-orc hard. She sat up at the side of her bed and rubbed her sore, bruised shoulder. That bugbear had put up quite the fight, but he paid up in the end. Anyone who didn't want to have their corpses fished out fromt he sewers paid what they owed. Sivir, and other debt collectors like her like her, ensured it.<br/><br/>The brown-skinned half-orc rose to her feet and padded through her hovel to a rain barrel that served as their shower water. Sivir cleaned up as best as she could, donned her equipment and chain shirt, and went to grab some breakfast from the kitchen.<br/><br/>Cold oatmeal and a sandwich awaited Sivir on the table. She smiled. Another gift from Mir. The half-orc did not know what she would do without her eldest son. The odd hours of Sivir's job meant she could not be around to take care of her children. Mir had stepped into his father's shoes without complaint, though the fact he was missing out on his childhood chewed at Sivir's conscience.<br/><br/>Sivir ate quickly and locked the door to her wooden hovel in the slums the best she could. A flash of pain reminded her how badly the bugbear threw her around. Maybe it would be a good idea to get her equipment checked out before going into work.<br/><br/>The debt collector had heard of a talented Dwarven smith by the name of Dolina from some of her Thieves Guild friends, but had not had the reason to visit until now. She approached her place of business, and rapped her knuckles against the dwarf's window.