I stared at Eno Hlaalu, my mentor, my master, my friend. I said to him hastily, "Milord, I would like to request a writ, if that would not be too much trouble."
"I have a special writ for Raven Spellblood, she is a dunmer who lives in the imperial city, the payment is 10,000 drakes for the travel associated with the kill, and she is a high-ranking mages' guild member," Hlaalu said as he sat down.
"Sir, are you sure I deserve that much?"
"A payment is a payment..."
Eno was growing old, ever since he faked his death with the Nerevarine twenty years ago, he began to look much older. His black robe was fraying, as were his gloves and hood. We still remained in the same spot we were all those years ago, and he sleeps in the same spot as well. The walls are growing cracked and old, the room smells of blood, as if some had been spilt here not long ago. I said to him, "Sir, I would like the writ."
He nodded and grabbed a scroll out of a chest behind him, he then handed it to me and looked me in the eye as he dead seriously said, "This is a gray writ, if you are caught, you must accept trial as a dark brotherhood assassin."
"Bu--"
"No butts..."
I nodded as I accepted the truth, the wealth wasn't for travel it was for risk. I had to get moving if I planned on ever getting there, however, there was going to be a long journey. I walked to my quarters and pulled out a bag of miscellaneus items, preparing for a long journey, I got my leather knapsack and filled it with bread, waterskins, and vials of scrib jelly. I walked out the door, preparing for a long journey...