Cynric had been smoking his pipe when the argonian approached him "Hey, I'd like to talk to you for a second. I have an offer for you." Cynric looked over the man closing his book, he motioned for the man to sit in the empty chair opposite him. 

"You must be a brave man to approach a stranger whom you know nothing about, i don't suppose you're a bounty hunter? No you don't look the type. A thief? Yes, you must be from that thief guild that I hear rumours of. Keep your hands to yourself thief, this is the only warning I will give you: steal from me and you will regret it." Cynric took a drink from the glass of Cyrodiil brandy than continued. "So, you must want something from me if you were as bold as to come up to me asking for what I assume is my help. I am no assassin. If you want someone dead I'm sure someone else would be obliged to help you. Which means you either want me for my magic or for my talent in the kitchen. You seem surprised. Can a man not have a hobby such as cooking? Well what do you want than?"