Tagorn was sitting in a corner, feet on a table, enjoying his fifth bottle of jagga when his attention was grabbed by his soon to be employer. Quickly finishing off the bottle and heading over he flashed her a toothy smile to Sharee. "Oh isn't it my favorite Argonian." He said as he patted her shoulder. He then quickly noticed one of his kinsman seemingly following her. "And who we have we here may I ask? Another recruit I hope." He gave a wicked smile to his fellow Bosmer as he gave her a quick nod. "You can call me Tagorn kid." He then turned back to Sharee. "What is we shipping out already?" He asked raising a brow.

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?"

"Not yet, I have another recruit in mind, but I'm going to need some help...getting to him. If you would, follow me." Sharee said, motioning to Tagorn and Kayal to follow as she walked towards the stairs. As they moved upstairs to a less public place, Sharee started explaining the details of what she needed.

"I have been recently informed about a Dunmer who was imprisoned last night for murdering someone in the street. My contact says the situation was more complicated than the guards seem to think, and there was a fight beforehand. From everything they know, he seems very capable, and I'd like to get him on board. I am more than capable of breaking him out, but what I need you to do is create a distraction, preferably something that wouldn't get you arrested as well. I could probably get him out on my own, but you could make it a lot easier on me, and perhaps prove your skills in the process. So, will you do it?" She asked. She wasn't exactly their captain yet, so she couldn't really order them to help at the moment.

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Kilith held up his hands as he was hit with a barrage of questions, and answers to questions he didn't ask. "Woah, woah, slow down there. One thing at a time. I don't know what you're talking about, I'm no thief. I just come to you with an offer. Someone hired me to help recruit for a job she's going on soon." He said before taking a seat at the table and speaking in a more hushed tone. "The job probably won't put you on the good side of the law, but it will pay very, very well. I'll tell you now that it involves sailing, and fighting. If that appeals to you, then I can tell you how to get in contact with my client. I'll answer any questions you have right now, just...ask one at a time."

Cynric raised one of his eyebrows as the man replied to the onslaught of questions he had hurled at the argonian. "My apologies, I'm not normally one to label people. Just thieves seem to always try to take advantage of me. The law never really are on my side anyway most of the time they seem only to want to arrest me for committing small crimes. Such a pain. As for your offer I will gladly accept, however I feel that I should really see my employer before I accept such a deal. Though I will accept none the less is their a place that they wanted to meet me to discuss the finer points." Cynric downed the rest of the glass of brandy stowing the bottle in his bag.

"You'll meet her along with the rest of the crew tonight. Just head outside town and go east along the coast, after nightfall. She is holding a meeting there where she will explain all the finer details of her plan. Like I said, though, I can answer a lot of the questions you have right now, at least the basics, that is." Kilith responded, relieved that the Breton had accepted so readily. One of the recruits he had spoken to before returning to the tavern was as stubborn as a mule when it came to giving a definite yes or no on whether he would show up to the meeting or not.

"Questions well the only question i had was where and when I would meet my employer and you have answered that, I will wait until nightfall as you have said to ask what exactly I will be needed for. Though." The necromancer looked over the argonian again thinking through his next action, deciding against he simply bid the argonian farewell and went to the bar ordering a room for the night he was given a key and directions to the room. Heading to the room he closed the door and placed his bag on the bed opening it and pulling out the black soul gem he had filled in the imperial city. He placed it on the desk. Watching the gem with lust he wondered if he'd be able to fill more tonight. I Guess I'll just have to wait and see. He thought to himself, an evil smile spreading across his face.

As Tagorn followed after the female Argonian his eyes couldn't help but wander over to the young Bosmer that followed after her like a lost dog. His interest was less in the young mer, but the art work that decorated her. As he looked over the elegant design his mind began to drift back to his homeland of Valenwood. He reminisced about his nights stalking through the living jungles, hunting man, mer or any other unfortunate soul to cross his path. He let out a slight sigh of nostalgia as the thought of returning home came to him, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as he refocused back at the task at hand.

A slight smirk came across the pale Wood elf's face as Sharee's new intentions were brought to light. "My my first piracy now a jail break? You are quickly becoming my favorite lizard." He said. "I'll have no problem with causing a bit of a ruckus to give you the privacy you need." He said in a smug tone. "And don't worry lass I won't get caught." He said as his wicked grin returned to his face.

Sharee guided the three into her room, closing the door securely behind them. Now that they were in a more private location, Sharee felt safe in speaking freely. "Good, because there are a few tasks I need competed. The basics of this will be that I will go to the prison, in disguise, and ask to see Sarel, the Dunmer we're rescuing, as a visitor. Once we're down in the dungeons, I'll incapacitate the guard they'll no doubt send with me, then take his key and get the Dunmer out of his cell. I'll have him take the guard's uniform, then we'll walk straight out the front door. Now, Leyawiin guards don't used closed helms, so the disguise won't work if they pay too close of attention to him. That is what the distraction is for, too keep the guards occupied enough that they don't give us more than a passing glance as we leave. Allaina, it's going to be too dangerous for you to come with me, so I want you to help them." She explained.

Sharee walked over to one of the cabinets in the room and opened it to reveal an alchemy set and a plethora of different ingredients, mostly flowers. To solidify her disguise, she planned on making dyes to change the coloration patterns of her scales and feathers, as well her eye color. Being that her eyes were two separate colors normally, she could be easily identified unless she did something about it. She laid out her alchemical equipment on the table, then turned her attention back to the others. "I'll also need someone to sneak in and recover Sarel's equipment. Description of him say he had some pretty unique equipment, and I really don't feel like buying him new stuff, so I'd like to recover what he already had. We won't have time to do it on our escape, so one of you will need to. I've had...reason to be in the prison over the past few months, so I know that they store the prisoners' equipment on the second story of the prison in a storeroom. If any of you are particularly good at climbing, you might be able to get in through a second story window. We'll be meeting up afterward in the same place I said we would meet tonight, east of the city along the coast, but a few hours before everyone else is set to arrive. I would also like for one of you to bring me my normal clothes and my alchemical set once it's all over, so I can get out of my disguise as soon as possible. Any questions? Who wants to do what?"

Allaina followed Sharee in relative silence for the duration of the day, responding only when spoken to and otherwise simply absorbing the details of her surroundings and getting a bearing for the people they met. Their first meeting was not too bad for Allaina as she had already met Kayal and had a certain attachment to him bred from the kindness he had shown her on the beach. For a moment Allaina twinged with guilt as she realised she should return the coat but, no sooner did she move to return it than she realised she was still wearing argonian leggings complete with tal-hole. For some reason the idea of walking around with her underwear exposed for viewing embarrassed Allaina and she quickly clutched back in keeping a tight hold of the coat she had been given.

The second individual who approached the table was more intimidating to Allaina. A light skinned bosmer by the name of Tagorn who seemed very sure of himself and perhaps a little overbearing. Something in the mans gaze frightened Allaina. It seemed to her almost as if he viewed those around him as prey and, although Allaina was reassured by Sharee's confidence in her dealings with the man, Allaina shrunk back into the background as best as she could for the duration of that meeting. When the group finally parted it seemed, to her relief, that he hadn't noticed her. Later however this was not the case.

"...who we have we here may I ask? Another recruit I hope." He gave a wicked smile to his fellow Bosmer as he gave her a quick nod. "You can call me Tagorn kid." He said, presumably in an effort to be friendly. Allaina blushed at the attention and ducked her head, averting her eyes. "Allaina." She replied meekly before taking a seat and fading as best as she could into the background once more.

Allaina listened carefully as Sharee went over the plan, eager to do her part and please Sharee and Kayal. The plan however made her nervous primarily because she would be separated from Sharee for the duration of it. Allaina presumed from Tagorns personality thus far that he would want to steal the equipment and she had no desire to upstage him.

"I'll help distract them." She piped up quietly and quickly before retreating back to her previous state of silence. She had no idea as yet of how she would distract the guards but she wanted desperately to be part of this plan.

Tayvan approached the stable of leyawiin, he hitched his horse, and grabed his bag off the saddle. Tayvan then tossed a few coins towards the stable keep and headed into town.

Tayvan walked down the street, eyeing beggars and checking his surroundings. He knew his name has some value to it, his mercenary group had to have some fame to it, yet Tayvan wasnt sure this was a good thing.

After a few minutes of walking he passed a inn, Tayvan looked up and read the sign.

"Blackwoods Brew" he mutterd. "Hmm lets hope the ale is better than the stuff in fathers cellar."

Tayvan put his hands on the door and takes a deep breath. As he opened the door, the quite world around him seemed to have fled as his ears filled with chatter, his nose filled with smells of bread and meat. He began to drool as he just thinks of meat, reminding him he needs to feed soon. Tayvan walked through the door and shuts it, he could feel the eyes staring at him, what was such a young bosmer doing in here. Tayvan didnt let it bother him, he knew he was still strong. Tayvan found a lonely table, he proceeded to sit down and called for an ale. When it arrives, Tayvan took a deep gulp, he immediately spits it into the mug.

"Taste like rancid horse piss" Tayvan spoke softly.

He leaned back in his chair and began to does off, it had been a long journey from Bravil.

Tagorn watched with slight amusement as the devious Argonian began to tinker with the ingredients she had stored in her cabinet. He found a place on one of the walls in the inn's room and began to lean against, listing to the roles that Sharee still needed to be filled. Tagorn quickly guessed that he would be the most skilled in the act of retrieving the Dunmer's equipment, even letting out a slight smirk when Sharee asked if anyone of them were good climbers. But Tagorn held his tongue as he was more than excited to see if any of his soon to be crew mates volunteer for any of the task. Much to his surprise the young Bosmer was the one to take the stand first. "So this one can speak whole sentences, Allaina was it?" He said with a smirk to the girl. He then turned his attention back to Sharee. "I'll get the Dark elf's crap back." He said before turning his gaze to Kayal. "Guess you get to play distraction with the girl, try to be careful with her eh."

"Indeed, if anything happens to Allaina, I'll slit your throat." Sharee responded in a matter-of-fact tone. She wanted to see if Allaina was capable of what she needed to be in order to really be helpful to Sharee, but she still wanted to protect her investment, so to speak. Even if the girl did not have useful skills at the moment, she could be taught.

"Now, Sarel has only been in there for one night, but I'd like to spring him out as soon as possible. The longer he's in there, the more of a chance that the guards will recognize him when we're escaping. Plus, if they torture him, it could put scars on his face that could give away his identity. Therefore, we're going to start this in a few hours. I know it's not much warning, but think of it as a test of your creativity. Kayal, Allaina, you two will need to start a distraction outside the prison that will grab the guards' attention, and like I said before, one that won't get you arrested. Make sure to wait a few minutes after I go inside to start. Tagorn, since we'll be doing this in daylight, you should probably wait until the distraction starts to begin scaling the walls. Now, I need to get to work on these dyes." Sharee said before sitting down at the table and starting on crushing up the appropriate flowers with her mortar and pestle.

Allaina was unsure what to think of Sharee's threat in regards to her safety. On one hand Allaina was flattered her safety mattered to Sharee but on the other she didn't want to see people coming to harm on account of what could quite possibly be her mistakes. Particularly Kayal. Kayal had been kind to her, healed her wounds and given her a coat when she needed it most. The thought of the coat jogged Allaina's memory and she looked to Kayal.

"I should probably return your coat." She said quietly whilst moving to remove the coat. She then stopped suddenly mid-motion as she remembered the tailhole in her woolen leggings. "Oh uh..." She said faltering and blushing. "The tail hole."

Allaina paused awkwardly for a moment before suggesting something. "Uh. We could go shopping if it's not too late or early or..." Allaina trailed off mid-sentence as she realised she couldn't figure out another alternative. "It'll be a good opportunity to scout the location and make a plan." She finished with one finger subconsciously tracing the fine rose stem tattoos that ran along her jaw line.

Sharee used a pinch of fire salts to light a small fire under her alembic, then continued to smash up the flowers into a fine paste. There wasn't anything really in the way of actual alchemy to making dyes, but there was a bit of it involved in the concoction she used to change her eye color. As she worked, she looked over to Allaina and chuckled. "Eh, I wouldn't worry about it. You don't need to worry about appeasing the Imperials' sense of modesty. Besides, you're meant to be making a distraction; maybe it will help you to grab their attention." She joked as she prepared to mix the crushed flowers together.

"At any rate, I've been in this town for a while, so I know my way around the area. You may want to plan your distraction, though. Oh, and before you go do that, I'd like to speak to you alone for a moment, Allaina. You two can wait for her downstairs." Sharee said, looking at Kayal and Tagorn.

Tagorn was still leaning against the wall when his fellow Bosmer tried to return the coat she was wearing to the Breton fellow. This didn't really interest the pale Wood elf, but the rather absence of a back side to Allaina's pants did inspire a second look. He let out a whistle of amazement. "I'm liking this job more and more." He gave a quick wink to Allaina before looking over at his Argonian employer. "I'd say an arguing couple." He nodded at Allaina and Kayal. "With a bit of a fist fight thrown in would be a suitable distraction for the so called guards of the city." He said in a rather cold and calculating voice. When Sharee wished for some privacy he dismounted the wall and rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "Anything you say lass, but we'll have to talk about the sleeping arrangement of the ship." He said with a wicked smile to the young Wood elf before walking towards the door. He stopped and gave Kayal a pat on the shoulder. "Come on mate, this gives us some time to bound." He said with a chuckle before heading out the room and down the stairs of the Inn.

Tayvan had got up from his rest, he looked at the ale. Not very sure why it tasted so bad, did he not like ale, he thought. He grabbed the cup and made his way to the bartender. Slamming the cup down on the bar, he spoke.

"Look, this ale, if you can call it that. Tastes like Orc spit. Its so terrible. Now you can give me my hard earned gold back, or meet old steel fang out back."

The bartender looked the young bosmer up and down. He didnt look all that intimidating, but the dagger was rather shap and he looked like he knew how to use from. The look of the large paw around his neck.

"Sorry about that, the ale hasnt came in from the caravan, ive been using stale stuff ive found. These drunks cant tell, look I dont want trouble. Here have some Alto wine, made from the finest grapes. Its on the house I hope you enjoy it."

Tayvan went and sat down, he grabbed the paw and stuck one of the claws into the cork and pulled it out. He leaned back and drank from the bottle. It was some of the finest wine he had in awhile. He smiled, and tossed a few coins too the bartender. The wine didnt quech his thirst though. He wanted hunt, he needed to go back to his better form.

Tayvan rushed the dark thoughts out of his head, he couldn't turn here, too many people.he reached into his bag and grabbed a whetstone, and begun to sharpen his daggers to keep his mind busy.

Kilith continued making the rounds and the various inns and taverns across town, finding a few individuals who agreed to attend the meeting later that night.By this point, they probably had enough of a crew to successfully man the ship, but it was still a good idea to keep recruiting, just in case. Once he was back at the Blackwood Brew, Kilith bought himself a drink and started to relax for a few minutes before being interrupted by one of his men approaching him. The fellow guild member gave him a revised list of new arrivals to the town that they had determined would be suitable.

Kilith reluctantly scanned the tavern for people on the list, though he spotted only one that matched any of the descriptions: a very young looking Bosmer. He probably didn't have too much experience, but a ship always needed a few low-paid grunts to pad out the ranks and do some of the less appealing jobs, and who knows, maybe he would even be good in a fight. Kilith got up from his spot at the bar and approached the Bosmer, who was sharpening one of his daggers. "Hey kid, you looking for work?"

Tayvan, looked up at Kilith, eyeing him down. He took a swig of his wine finishing it off, Tayvan thought deeply about the words he said. Heck maybe he can just eat this fool as they do some meaningless task.

"Depends really, if your looking for me to be some lacky, or cleaner, the answer is no. Go find some milkdrinker. I ran 9 years in a mercenary group. Ive got my trinkets and scars. Now if this work is actually a good pay and will put my skills to use, then explain this "work"."

Tayvan spat into the wine bottle and sheathed his daggers. He threw the whetstone into his pack, and waited for kiliths response.

Kilith grunted slightly. At least the kid had some confidence, he supposed. "Calm down, you won't have to worry about that, as long as you got as much bite as you do bark. This job involves fighting, sailing, and will pay about twice the normal rate for a job of this kind."

Kilith took a seat at the table, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Now, this isn't exactly what you would call 'legal' work, but with the risk also comes a bigger reward. Think 'merchant ship full of loot' big, and you'll get an idea of what this pays. The specifics of what you'll be doing will depend on your skills, but if you're interested, I can direct you to the client I'm hiring for. I'll answer what questions I can, but you'll need to see her for the full details." Kilith explained.

Tayvan laughed. "I can bite in more ways then a stab to your side with a dagger. You know what im in. But I expect to be treated with respect, I may be young but I have valuable skills. Lead the way my scaly freind"

Tayvan sat up from his chair. Wondering when he would be able to feed and how his new job would feel about his beast like powers.