Skyrim- Accepting!

[InfectedHau]

"Probably, but I don't need an apothecary," Za'ji said, reaching into her dress and pulling a red bottle from a leather holder on the left sleeve of her armor. Her headache did feel a bit better after she drank it, but she was no less irritated. " So, what brings an agent like yourself to a corrupt city like this?" She noticed one of her sisters sitting beside her, but she gave no indication that she knew the elf. It wouldn't be prudent to be so open with one of the Brotherhood's enemies sitting right next to her.

[Sperophim]

"Not much." Auguseethus stated. "Simply investigating and checking up on some things. Basic parts of the job, really."
He did now want to reveal the true nature of the reason for his visit, just in case someone decided sneak into his room in the middle of the night and put a knife to his throat.
"It's quite boring."

[xXMoved AccountXx]

Za'zah felt a little on edge. He had an agent, the thief guild master and three sisters of the brotherhood. The thief wasn't very sure about this but stuck around because of Za'ji. She was the first female Khajiit he had seen and he was looking for a wife, he wasn't going to let her get away.

[InfectedHau]

" It was that murder, wasn't it?" Za'ji asked. News of her more recent killing apparently hadn't reached the inn yet, so she figured now was as good a time as any to draw attention to it. "You people work fast, I'll give you that. It happened only a few hours ago, but you're already here."

[Sperophim]

"Alright, you got me." Auguseethus admitted. "What do you know about the murder, apart from the fact that it was committed a few hours ago?"

[FrostTail]

Phydras senses pricked at the words 'investigating' and 'boring' two words that were ironically very, very, interesting when put together. She'd have to admit, the elf was a bit of a snoop. She took a last bite of apple and took out a journal found in a dungeon riddled with draugrs to look like she was doing something worthwhile. Murders were her forte, she was a sister of the dark brotherhood for pete sake. She took noticed the kajhits face looked familiar. What was her name..? Za'hi? Za'ji. Yes, She believed it was Za'ji. She continued to listen in.

[xXMoved AccountXx]

"Za'ji......" Za'zah said trying to get her to shut up. "You should stop talking....." He mumbled and put his arms around her waist. "You need to stop." He whispered in her ear.

[FrostTail]

The males concern made Phydra scoff. A silent, jerk of the shoulders and a small breath of the nose. "What was this murder about?"

[InfectedHau]

"Well, not much," Za'ji said. " Some merchant, got shot in the back with a black arrow with a piece of parchment wrapped round it. Apparently there was something on that parchment that made everyone terrified to go near the body, even the guards. No idea what it was, though." She gently removed Za'zah's arms from her waist. She knew what she was doing, there was no way the murder could be traced to her, unless someone felt compelled to rip her dress off.

[★ nirvana,]

(Sorry, I was playing Oblivion and maybe got a little too sucked into it. Anyway, am I the only one that's thinking all the characters should get together and maybe go on a quest or something? Something dangerous and dramatic? I don't want 'em to hang out in town all day! >.<)

Zachariah took another huge gulp of his mead before passing one of the bottles of Black-Briar Reserve over to Gale. "There you go! Glad you could join us," he said, voice slurring slightly as he was already beginning to get drunk. He was rather short, after all, like most Bretons were, and that caused him to get drunk faster than the average, say, Nord male. He squinted at the Wood Elf (Phydra) that entered the bar, thinking he recognized her from somewhere. "Hey! I know you!" he exclaimed gleefully, halfway falling out of his chair when he realized he could put a name to the woman's face. He did know her, of course - she was an assassin of the Brotherhood, just like he was. However, had been sober, he wouldn't have voiced his thoughts aloud. Drunk Zachariah wasn't a very inconspicuous Zachariah.