Alex
As everyone left the Chapel on their own ways, some to the Mages Guild, others to the fighters guild, and some off to do things unsaid. Alex was among the latter, he thought that joining a Guild immediately after dropping into a world they knew little about was formidably a bad idea, as well as talk of becoming heroes and defeating Dagon's cult, the Mythic Dawn. Slowly, the teen wandered across the streets of Chorrol, hands in his robe pockets and hood hugging the back of his head loosely. He figured he'd understand his predicament first, try and get a job and then delve into this hero business.
On his way past the Grey Mare, Alex spotted an old imperial debating with a Chorrol Guard. As he drew closer to the pair, he heard their argument more clearer. The imperial was Valus Odiil, the owner of a farm outside Chorrol whom had two sons, Antus and Rallus. This was one of the quests in the game, and while Valus had that useful Chillrend sword, Alex figured he could turn the tables a bit and take advantage of the situation. He approached the two men and flicked back his hood casually, making sure that his collar covered up his headphones and put on a concerned expression as Valus and the Guard bickered.
''Look, I can't take a brigade of guards outside the city protect your farm based on myth.''
''Myth? There are goblins out there! They've been ransacking my farm for weeks on end!''
''Goblins?'' Alex inquired, making his voice sound deeper to give himself an older appearance. Valus looked at him with a baffled look, wondering who this new person was what they wanted. The boy returned the look with a sympathizing expression. ''Thank the Nine I'm not the only one...'' Alex murmured, frowning slightly before looking downwards.
''What do you mean?'' The guard asked, taking a step towards Alexander, crossing his arms and looked rather disbelieving. Alex responded with a simple shrug. ''I've noticed an increase of goblins near Chorrol, I'm.... from Anvil, I came here searching for a job. On my way here I was attacked by goblins, they made off with most of my clothes, my gold. Hell, they even took my shoes...'' He gestured down to his bare feet and sighed before continuing, ''I barely escaped with my life. I fear I may have to resort to the life of beggary if I can't pick myself up from this mess.''
He lied, knowing full well the consequences if the guard saw it or still decided to do nothing. Alex was just trying to do this for the greater good, that and he took a liking of the retired ex-adventurer-veteran, although found Antus incredibly annoying. Before the armored imperial could respond, Alex took his reasoning one step further and addresses Valus with polite nod. ''You sell and trade you crop and produce to Chorrols local merchants and shops, right?''
Valus' wrinkled features shot up brightly as he realized where Alex was going and nodded. The teenager then looked back at the guard, keeping a formal yet worrisome expression on his face. ''If he is unable to get his goods to Chorrol, what would happen it's economy? What would the goblins strike next after the farm is burnt to the ground? The Priory? The Stables? Those green-skins may be stupid, but where there's one, there's a hundred of them.'' Frowning mentally at himself for using a Dawn of war quote, Alex studied over the Guard as the man thought over the kids story.
Finally, he sighed and let his shoulders sag. ''Alright, you have a point. Odiil Farm isn't technically part of Chorrol, but you're right. They do sell a lot of crops to the merchants. I'll try and convince the captain, no promises though...'' The imperial said, muttering a good portion of his statement before brushing past Alex and making his way towards the guard barracks, his metal boots echoing throughout the area as he walked with a clank-clank sound after each step.
Alexander watched the guard leave, smiling slightly at his own success. He hoped the captain would help, hopefully see the pros and cons of the situation and figure the benefits outweighed the risks. One could only hope. He then glanced back at Valus, who seemed equally as happy.
''Thank you.'' He said, smiling happily that someone finally decided to help him. ''Hopefully now the Guard will see that the people outside the walls are just as important as the people inside.'' Valus muttered, letting out a sigh of relief.
''I'm been in this type of situation a lot, it's my pleasure to help. I only hope the guards act soon.'' Alex commented, crossing his arms with his gaze still set on the guards tracks towards the barracks. In his time playing Oblivion on his PC, he found that the town Guard were rather unreliable and overall a very jerky bunch. Still, he managed to convince one of them, maybe this was a sign of good change. The old imperial farmer nodded and reached down to his belt, untying a small leather sack and handing it to Alex. ''here, take this. It's not much but it's the east I can do for your help. I... I need a drink to calm my nerves. Good day...''
Without leaving room for Alex to say anything, Valus left for the Grey Mare hastily before he knew it, the boy was once more by himself in the middle of the street with a rather hefty bag of way he assumed was gold in his hands. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.