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Maggothe walks into the Inn, hiding his small dagger. He tosses a coin purse to the Innkeeper and says to him in a quiet voice "I need a room and a bottle of your finest Ale, and that should more than cover it." he says peering around the inn with a look of suspicion. then takes a deep breath as...
Maggothe Grins. "I am not who you think I am, and I am surely not a thief, Atmer." he finishes his Ale and tosses the bottle behind him. "now If youll excuse me Im looking for someone."
Maggothe steps from the shadows a short distance from the group watching them as he grins and chuckles a little bit, taking Ale and Moon Sugar from his Pocket and puts some of the sugar in the Ale. drinking it and listening in on the group.
(sorry I havent been on for a few days, had to finish a paper for college.)
Maggothe Reappears and walks between the two elves Grabbing some more Coins from them as he continues his walk past them he counts the coins, shrugs and heads towards the gray Quarters.
maggothe walks by Sar and bumps shoulders snatching up some of her coins. "Sorry. I didnt mean to do that. " he said briskly walking faster away from her.
"I'm Maggothe Drunslock from Morrowind. I came here to hopefully start a new life, but instead I ended up a wanted Criminal." he said peering around. "You may have risked adding me to your group....The Empire could roll in any time and arrest or kill me. I escaped life as a criminal to become a...
He hands him the 3 quarters empty bottle "you can have the rest. Its a rare ale from my home of morrowind."
he takes the elven wine and takes a huge swig from it.
"maybe because your tongue is sharper than your mind.....and I am not like other dark elves, Khajiit. I support the stormcloaks and Ulfric, I worship talos, and I dont use magic. and why should I trust you? you stab me then want my Companionship? your probably gonna turn me in for a bounty." he...
"why are you helping me, I wronged you..." he says giving a small bag of valuables to the man."your stuff is in there, along with some jewelry I haven't fenced yet." Then he looks at the Khajiit "The nightingales are a fictional tale, they aren't real....."
"nocturnal is the mistress of the night.....the patron to thieves like me.....I must have wronged her....Im probably gonna die here.....and Im not a nightingale.....Im just a dark elf with sticky Fingers." he sits up and holds his wound.
Maggothe turns and darts into the nearby woods blood gushing from his wound until he collapses unable to run anymore. "Oh great Mistress of the night....have mercy on me.....I failed you...." he mutters as he just lays there accepting his fate.
Maggothe Cries out in pain as the Dagger pierces into his leg and drops to his Knee, He Grabs his daggers and start to stand up and advances towards the man, but his now injured leg buckles underhim and he hits the ground he makes server futile attempts to stand up but can only seem to make it...
Maggothe Chuckles "Another one I am getting away with..." he stoodup and walked out of hiding "Old codger is dead." he exclaims as he walks over to the body in an attempt to search it.