Wylrin
Junior Member
"You've met with an unfortunate fate, haven't you? A prisoner here in Markarth, sentenced to life pounding rocks in the mine. And no one escapes Cidhna Mine. It would seem you are at your story's end. But it does not have to be so. My employer would see to it that you are given a chance at a new life, one of sworn fealty to me. Do not worry. I believe your employment would be mutually beneficial to the both of us. My master cares little for material wealth, but that is something quite appealing to you, isn't it? I can bail you out of here, your freedom expanded upon and your future filled with a promise of fortune." He pauses in his speech, then murmurs, "This is not a decision I expect any of you to come to immediately. Sleep on it. I will return on the morrow's morn."
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You are a prisoner of Cidhna Mine. Perhaps a petty thief of jewels, perhaps one who relinquishes others of their souls. Perhaps a bandit who stepped unwittingly into a guard's trap, perhaps a devout worshipper of a forbidden god. Maybe you're even innocent. Whoever you are, it does not change the fact that you will ultimately meet your fate in the mine.
Only you might not.
A small, unassuming man of the Breton race garbed in higher class civilian clothing arranged a meeting between himself, you, and the others locked away in confinement. He spoke his piece, his mild-mannered dialogue perhaps putting you at ease or perhaps raising your suspicion. Regardless of your impression of the man, he has made an offer that cannot be taken lightly.
It is far into the night, but you're only now permitted to sleep. Maybe you will manage to rest. Perhaps you will excitedly ponder over this opportunity by yourself, or discuss it with your fellow prisoners.
Either way, tomorrow will be a big day.
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You are a prisoner of Cidhna Mine. Perhaps a petty thief of jewels, perhaps one who relinquishes others of their souls. Perhaps a bandit who stepped unwittingly into a guard's trap, perhaps a devout worshipper of a forbidden god. Maybe you're even innocent. Whoever you are, it does not change the fact that you will ultimately meet your fate in the mine.
Only you might not.
A small, unassuming man of the Breton race garbed in higher class civilian clothing arranged a meeting between himself, you, and the others locked away in confinement. He spoke his piece, his mild-mannered dialogue perhaps putting you at ease or perhaps raising your suspicion. Regardless of your impression of the man, he has made an offer that cannot be taken lightly.
It is far into the night, but you're only now permitted to sleep. Maybe you will manage to rest. Perhaps you will excitedly ponder over this opportunity by yourself, or discuss it with your fellow prisoners.
Either way, tomorrow will be a big day.