“I’ve got to ask, though: why even bother finding and selling loot like this? You seem like an intelligent person. Couldn’t you just as easily break into stores, take whatever you need, and cut the money out of the equation entirely?”
The orc explains that such methods are not conductive to a long-term career as a professional highwayman. “You see a lot of amateurs running around with their little axes, trying to beat the money out of things twice their size. Most these amateurs get killed their first day on the job. Being a professional highwayman is all about safe investment, if you know what I’m saying. I’m saying I pick easy targets, don’t get too greedy, and – if guards corner me – I just surrender, go to jail, and break out later. Done right it provides a safe, reliable income. If I wanted to take chances, I’d just bet my money at one of the arenas. Well, the Imperial City arena, anyway.”
“Thanks for asking though. I don’t find many clients who are willing to critically discuss my business strategies! It’s refreshing. You know what, Robey, I think you just earned yourself both scrolls.”
Yeah, it really looks like there’s no way you can turn this around. There’s no way your bony necromancer arms could dislodge this sword, and no way your paltry spells could do anything besides make the highwayman angry. He’s right: there’s no sense in taking unnecessary chances.
But this isn’t all bad. You haven’t lost everything, and it will be easy enough to come up with a new gift for Katia. Perhaps you could acquire some lightning scrolls to help her if she’s ever in a position like this. With Landorumil out of the picture maybe you could even mix up some Magicka potions. You may have gotten robbed, but life will go on. Things will get better, they always have. The orc has no reason to harm you now that he has your money; he seems like a reasonable enough guy. Hell, he even seemed to appreciate that you were willing to talk about his “business” with him.
Which reminds you…
“You were saying you wanted to sell that ring at a Mages Guild, right? When you were naming the nearby guildhalls, I couldn’t help but notice that you skipped over Kvatch! It still has a Guild, and it’s just a couple miles to the east. I could buy the ring back pretty easily if you went there… and…”
“We don’t talk. About the fucking. Kvatch Mages Guild.”
“Four leaf clover!”
“Looks like that sweet ring got stuck when I jammed it onto my beefy, sausage-sized finger. Figures that I’d have some bad luck today.”