Dovakiin. Skyrim Role-play {New and accepting!}

[Sperophim]

"I was here doing a favour for a friend, but that can wait. He'll understand." Aoibheanne stated, finally taking off her helmet and holding it under her arm. "We should team up to defeat Alduin." Aoibhe looked almost insane as she said this, with wider eyes than normal and a slight smile.

[Twistedsystem]

J'kier studied her features, and his lips lifted into a cat-like grin,

"Indeed. Im supposed to retrieve some kind of horn for the Greybeards, but I haven't gotten around to that yet," he cleared his throat and sighed.

[Sperophim]

"The Greybeards are...." Aoibheanne searched for the word. "Timid, even if they don't seem like it. What's the point of having power if you don't use it?" She shook her head.
"Well what do you say?" Aoibhe asked, holding out her free hand.

[Twistedsystem]

J'kier hesitated a moment, considering what she had said before shaking her hand reluctantly,

"Alright. But just know I have a family to keep. I can't be out fighting Dragons everyday, but I'll help in any way I can." He shot her a coy smirk.

[Sperophim]

"Understood." Aoibheanne stated. "If you must, you may contact me. I live in Windhelm. Name's Aoibheanne." She stood there awkwardly before asking "Do any of your thieves sell to a Dark Elf named Sadri?"

[Twistedsystem]

J'kier thought for a moment, then began,

"Its nice to meet you, Aoibheanne. But...Sadri..I've heard both Mercer and my intended mention that name once or twice. I'm not exactly sure. Why?"

[Sperophim]

"Well, Sadri's a general goods dealer up in Windhelm." Aoibheanne explained. "He's real uptight about what he sells. Won't sell or buy anything stolen. He thinks one of his dealers is part of the Thieves' Guild."

[Twistedsystem]

J'kier grunted, "Well, I am the GuildMaster. I could talk to his 'dealer'. Whats this Thief's name?"

[Sperophim]

"I honestly don't know." Aoibheanne stated. "He didn't say. Maybe he was afraid or something. I shoulda asked, though." Aoihbe felt a little bit stupid. She adjusted the helmet under her arm.

[Twistedsystem]

Jkier frowned, "Yes, you probably should have. Anyways, we should be going," he beckoned toward the city gate, turning his gaze to his son,

"Go back to Brynjolf. Tell your mother I'll be back later."
J'len obeyed without comment.