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"All I know is that I'm not doing "pansy work" like delivering a damn letter to Riften," Walker mentioned. "Plus, the bounty for the wolves is nuts! Only thirty pieces? Fourty-five isn't much better though. It's hard to find decent paying work around here."

"This is just a job board," Jorn said once Sadur headed out. "I am sure we can ask around if you want."

@Sadur- As you head out into the Windhelm you can faintly make out small glowing colors in the chest of each citizen. The colors range from blue to yellow to red.

Sadur examined the area seeing into these people. To himself he thought "Waut, could a soul represent a person? By, color?" He was stunned and unable to move as he looked around at these colors.

"Maybe there's something close by that would pay better," Walker suggested. "Should we ask the Jarl?"

(If this has been 100 years since then who knows.)

(Its probably going to be a nord. How about Fisk Giant-Masher?)

(Well, my backup for the Archmage if you weren't going to make one was a Breton named Craiye who specialized in Illusion magic. Maybe I could use him as, say, the Archmage's court wizard or something.)

Jorn and Walker headed out and up to the Hall of Kings, after getting permission to enter they say a Large Throne with a heavy Nord speaking to a smaller Breton man.

"I'm just putting the possibility out there that maybe the Stormcloaks are still out there," the Breton, Craiye, said to the Jarl. "They could start their rebellion at any time now."

Fisk Giant-Masher
Fisk laughed loudly, "If the Stormcloaks were going to return they would have by now Craiye, quit your worrying!" Guards in black escorted Jorn and Walker up to the Jarl, "if your really worried about it well send guards or pay some sell swords to go check out the ruins and see if it really is Ulfric's only son Adrik trying to start a rebellion."

Jorn
"You know sir, we're looking for work..."

"Right, sir," Craiye said. As Craiye started to walk away, he suddenly vanished in thin air. Though more likely than not he was just showing off his Illusion magic.

"Sellswords you say?" Walker asked the Jarl. "We would be interested in work along those lines."

Fisk Giant-Masher
"Alright, how about one hundred gold each, and if you bring be back the head of Adrik I'll throw in an extra one hundred for you to split... Three Hundred in all, clear out the Dwarven ruins and if Adrik Storm-Cloak is there bring me his head. Do we have a deal?"

Jorn
"Yes your Jarliness, it is more then fair!" Jorn bowed and turned heading for the doors.

Meanwhile Sadur was examining the lock on a house that had been broken in to. Whoever had picked it was good. He pushed open the oak door to a loud creak. "Maybe I should talk to someone before I go into every house armed." Sadur said. He stood up and turned in search of a guard.

Sadur found what he was asking for. A guard. "Sir, I heard there was a thief abound. I have had, experiences with thieving and could help find him. All I need is entry to the homes he has busted into."

Windhelm Guard
The Guards soul turned from yellow to red, "uh, no... The thief was caught. No need to snoop around OUR crime scene." Their was something fishy about not only what he was saying but also the way his soul color changed so suddenly.

"You seem unsure." Sadur said. His current concern was being accosted by the guard. "His skills are a high caliber so I doubt he so easily would be removed as a threat." Sadur spoke in a manner you would a frinking buddy to try to avoid angering him too much. He would hold off mentioning the soul.

Windhelm Guard
"Buzz off Red Guard!"

Sadur turned around and walked around turning a corner. Omce out of sight he dove behind the house and climbed uo to window. Sadur dug through his pocket and found his lockpicking gear. "Guess this is how I will do it." Sadur stuck the pick and kingr into the lock and twisted until he heard a click. He pulled open the window and slid into a house onto a pine wood floor.

You look through your pockets and find no lock picks. They were all in your bag which was attached to your horse that ran off. Your only option is to break the window.

(Rip me)
Sadur actually didnt pick the lock and instead smashed the window.

Windhelm Guard
"Now this is just perfect, Urlog and I rob a bunch of houses and no one blames us because we are guards! Now we can pin this all on you!!" The guard drew his sword, "and when I silence the thief no one will doubt my word as the truth!!"