smirk on her face that looked more like a grimace, but Calyn took it, returning it with a grin. She knew what Argonian faces were like, one of her best friends was an Argonian, and despite giving everyone around her nightmares, she was quite nice.
“I’ll see you around,” the Breton said, and abandoned her plan of heading to the Thieves Guild to see how hungover Thrynn was, and headed towards Mistveil Keep.
When she entered the castle, Jarl Laila Law-Giver was lounging on her throne, chatting with her steward, whom Calyn had forgotten the name of. She bowed to the Jarl, the guards and the Jarl’s housecarl paying close attention to her, before addressing her.
“My Jarl, I’m here with important information,” she said, standing straight. “I’ve discovered a skooma dealer in Riften.”
Jarl Laila nodded. “Yes, I’m afraid we’re aware of Sarthis’s presence in the warehouse. Unfortunately, we’re certain he has informants within the city guard. Every time we move to arrest him, he’s escaped.” She paused a second. “However, if you’d take care of this discreetly, you might be able to surprise him without warning.”
“Sure, I’ll do it,” Calyn said, dropping all formality. Now, she was acting as a hired mercenary, much like she had every other time she’s been sent to do stuff.
The Jarl smiled at her, and fished a key out of her pocket. “Excellent. Here, this is the key to the warehouse. See if you can drop in on this dealer of poison and convince him to close down his operation permanently.”
Calyn nodded, taking the key, and left Mistveil Keep.
She made her way to the Riften Warehouse, one hand on the pommel of the dagger resting on her right side, walking over the docks that lead to the water-bound building. Nearing the door, she lowered herself into a crouch, and carefully placed the key inside the lock.
One, two turns, and she heard a faint clicking. She pocketed the key and pushed the door open, unsheathing her weapons, the hilt of her sword glowing radiantly.