Alvar pushed the heavy oak doors of the tavern open and surveyed his surroundings. The bar was one of those shady ones, one you might not want to venture into if you were a random person off the streets. The pub was bustling with people, and everyone was talking and laughing. The room was dimly lit by torches evenly spaced along the walls. At the small wooden tables, with people cramped in the booths surrounding them, games of cards took place. The tavern had a reputation for holding high stakes games. Alvar had heard of these exclusive games. Only the best could get in, and people involved wagered things like their house, or more extreme their lives. But he was not here for the card games. He had a job. Alvar slowly walked over to the bartender. He tossed a couple of Septims onto the counter and grunted. The bartender reached under his counter and pulled out a bottle of Skooma. He opened the bottle and passed it to Alvar. Alvar took a sip and turned around, leaning on the counter surveying the bar. He quickly identified a few things. For one, an Argonian seemed to be watching him. It endorsed tactics that a normal person would not notice, but Alvar had experience in this field.He didn't dare steal a glance at the Argonian, as he would know that Alvar had noticed him. The second thing he had noticed was his client. His client sat at a card table across the room from him, participating in a game. His client had hired him because his opponent was known to win because his opponents were victims to what was "senseless violence." In other words, he hired killers to kill his opponent to advance in the tourney. Alvar was to wait to see if any one was advancing on his client, and there was, he was to eliminate them immediately. Alvar felt his weighty greatsword at his side, but he doubted he would have to use it. 

His attention turned back to the Argonian. He wasn't quite sure if the lizard wanted to harm him or not. He would just have to wait and see. He didn't want to make any misplaced preemptive strikes. After about five minutes of the card game going on, his clients opponent seemed to be really struggling, a sweat had broken out on his brow. Suddenly, a man next to Alvar got up. He was a Redguard man, muscly but not burly. The man unsheathed a gleaming cutlass, and walked briskly toward his client's card game. This was what Alvar had been waiting for. As the Redguard advanced, he arrived behind Alvar's client. Alvar walked up behind him, and just as the assassin raised his sword, he snapped the Reguard's neck. It was a swift, seamless motion, and the man crumpled to the floor. Never knew what hit him. Just as this happened, a burly Cyrodillian man stood up from his table from accross the tavern. He draw two of his swords. They were simple iron as far as Alvar could tell. A second man was not what he was expecting, but nonetheless, Alvar drew his Orcish Greatsword. The two walked towards eachother and met in the center of the bar. The Imperial charged Alvar, swinging his blades. This was the man's first mistake. Never make the first move. Alvar deflected the blows, and with a quick swinging motion of his blade he disarmed the man of one of his swords. Then, without mercy, he continued to strike the man endlessly. The Imperial was just barely keeping up to parry the blows. Alvar made the finishing move, a fake to the left, and then he jabbed the hilt of his sword just under the man's chin where the neck meets the chin. This was where the brain's cereberal cortex met, and a blow their would instantly knock someone out. Surely enough, this calculated blow had left the native of Cyrodiil out cold. The whole bar was silent, staring in awe at Alvar's insane and calculated skill. 

"Sorry about the mess," he grunted to the bartender, and left the bar.

He didn't look back, but when he got outside, the Argonian fellow had followed him out. The way the lizard walked showed he was no hostile. A glint in the reptile's eyes he said chuckling, "Well, that was quite a show Alvar. Those poor idiots didn't stand a chance. I had heard of you, but never got to experience your fighting first hand. It is apparent to me that the stories are true."

Alvar's response was cautious. "Spit it out, what do you want with me? I saw you looking at me in the bar. You obviously want something from me."

"Straight to the point eh? I like it. You see, I know a lot about you Alvar. I am a representative of the Thieves Guild. And before you bolt right here, we are not here to attack you in the name of Maven. We actually have a... proposal. A client has told us she has a job. But this job is no ordinary job. It requires the skills of people like you. The idea or client has has to do with violence, piracy, and wrecking some harbors."
 
"I'm interested."

"Good. That's all I can readily disclose, but you will be spending extended periods at Sea. The rest will be divulged later. For now, you must meet at the Leyawiin Docks in an hour or so. A meeting will occur that will explain what exactly you will be doing. You are not obliged to do this, but if you attend the meeting and decide to back out, you will be immediately terminated by those more capable than I."

"I don't doubt it."

And that was how his adventure started.