The red-scaled Argonian took a deep breath and walked down the stairs to the bar. He exchanged false pleasantries with with the other patrons, scoffed down a quick breakfast of bread and cheese and walked out the inn door to a gloriously sunny Skingrad morning. As he walked towards the castle, he crossed paths with the local wine grower, Tamika. "Why, hello stranger" she said. "I'm Tamika. I grow the finest wines in all Cyrodiil. Try some" she offered, producing a flask from her pocket. "Perhaps some other time" answered Neekum-Kai with a curt nod. This was no time to drink. There was work to be done.
Neekum-Kai worked for the Order Of the Virtuous Blood in the Imperial City, a society which vowed to rid Cyrodiil of vampires. Today, this young Argonian had been sent on his most important job in his 3 years working for the Order. He couldn't believe it when his master told him. Count Janus Hassildor of Skingrad is a vampire? Though the Order weren't able to prove he has harmed anyone yet, it was only a mattter of time, and to have such an important position was downright dangerous.
As he approached the castle door, Neekum-Kai was stopped by a lone guard. "Whoa there, fella, I'm afraid only guards are permitted to carry weapons inside the castle. You'll have to hand your stuff over". Neekum-Kai looked around, assessed the risk and decided he had to at least try. There was no way he was getting to the Count with no weapons. Neekum-Kai, realising he hadn't answered in 10 seconds, slowly looked at the guard and flashed a toothy grin. "But of course, friend". He handed the guard his bow. The guard turned to place the bow into a chest, and that's when Neekum-Kai struck. His ebony dagger pierced the guard's neck with such swift, brutal efficiency that no-one could possibly have been alerted. He cast an illusion spell on the corpse and moved it well out of the usual walking paths. The chameleon spell was weak, but the guard was well hidden and the spell wouldn't wear off for at least an hour. With a click of his fingers, Neekum-Kai used telekinesis to retrieve his bow from the still-open chest, and cloaked his weapons with the same chameleon spell. He slapped himself on the face, angry at his stupidity. Not even 9 in the morning and already had the blood of a guard on his hands. By the gods, this'll be a long day, he thought...
To be continued...