While Gildanor looked admiringly at the dragon statue, Fargoth yawned. "Borrrrring." "This isn't boring!" "Uhhh, yeah it is." "Whatever." Fargoth walked over to Deevy's side. "Look, the dragon's nice and all but...what are we doing here?"

*Hoen inspects the dragon quickly for anything of value but finds nothing* ok please tell me this dragon does not exist

*rashida looks at hoen* "Ok it doesn't exist."

"They do exist" Deevy said while gazing at the dragon. "Just not here. This is just a model of the creature's true beauty. I would say I fought one long ago, but that would be a lie." Deevy then turned to Fargoth. "Hmmm...I suppose you're right about the dragon. But I'm here for something better. The Lord's Mail, the best armor in all of Morrowind."

"u know, u never told us how much your paying us. If this 'Lords Mail' is worth more than what your paying I might as well just keep it."

Deevy grinned and winked at Rashida. "Do you think I didn't already think of that? How do you think I know about the Lord's Mail in the first place? Cuz I've got people here, valuable sources. And they're all watching from the rooftops, making sure you four don't try and pull something. If you do, there will be four arrows through each of your bodies before you can take a few steps." Deevy grinned at them all, hoping they wouldn't see through her bluff. "As for the money, I can give you each 500 gp right now, along with 500 more if we succeed in getting it. Any objections, now's the time to speak up."

Rashida's eybrows raised at the threat. She could get the concept of snipers, but only four? She could stand four arrows. Bows weren't much of a problem for her. "ok 500 gold sounds good for now. Anything else that you might know like gaurds, traps, thing like that we might encounter while trying to get in. Oh and where the Lords Mail would be."

"My sources in the city reveal that there's an entrance to a cave below the castle. So drowning will be our only danger, until we fight the man who stole the armour. Rumor is, he's some soldier who went insane. So the only threats are of drowning, and of the fight to get the armour." Deevy grinned, and lead them all around a corner. She then quickly took off her Nordic armor. "You'll probly want to leave your stuff here, it's a long swim down, and we don't need anything to slow us down."

as for the objection thing your sources dont tell you everything such as all are mercs like me we have a creed you know "anything agaist the contract or agreement is FORBIDDEN" after that your free game but i wont pull anything lords mail is yours ill i ask is not to pay me the gold but i want a cluster (5 rings bound together on mail) of the lords mail

Fargoth and Gildanor looked at the water with fright. It was a little known fact that Wood Elves hated the water. "Look," said Gildanor. "We Wood Elves belong in the trees, not the water. We're land creatures by nature." "Yeah," added Fargoth. "How bout we just cover you from a distance or something? We could kill any slaughterfish that come after you."

ooc: ahem sharrakor your turn to post on this thing or did u forget again

Deevy looked at them all. At Rashida, in approval. At Gildanor and Fargoth, with a slight dislike. And at Hoen, with a frown. Just a kid, and he wanted so much. Oh well, he'd get it. "Sure, Hoen." Deevy said. "And you two can stay, but don't expect a full share." she said to the two Wood Elves

"well theres only one problem going through water and that is we could be easily tracked." Rashida walked away abit and then into a deserted ally. She then came back in a differnt set off clothes and a water tight bag. "Well lets get this over with." She then dived into the water with the pack still on her.

Deevy grinned at the three males around her. "Ladies first, I guess." She jumped in after Rashida. The water was clear, so she could easily see Rashida. Pointing to a dark shape in the water, she swam towards it. They'd have to wait for Hoen before they went through the door into the cave, or he'd be stuck out in the water. Hurry up, Hoen she thought...

While Fargoth was getting his bow and arrows out, Gildanor looked at Hoen, who hadn't yet dived in. Gildanor crept up behind him and kicked Hoen in the back. Fargoth just laughed. "Good job, Gil!"