You cautiously peer down into the well. It’s a long way to the bottom and the water looks deep. You could just walk away. You could just forget about this entirely, or tell a guard to handle it. You could – and probably should – play it safe and just go wait outside the Mages Guild until nightfall. After all, it’s not like anyone will judge you for giving up on a job that was outside your abilities.
If you could just get a little closer to the water, you and your hatchet could probably make quick work of anything down there. You could get those scales, that meat, and maybe even the arrows you just paid for. You could stroll into the Mages Guild tonight a bit more confident, having successfully helped Kvatch in your own small way. You could still do this.
You won’t deny your motivations probably stretch a bit deeper than that. Maybe it’s all those hours of pussyfooting around and failing to kill those fish, making you all the more determined to get something out of this. Or maybe it’s because someone – no matter how crazy she was – honestly thought you could succeed here, showing a faith in you that only Quill-Weave has ever shared. Or maybe you just have a persistent habit of overestimating yourself as some sort of coping mechanism to help you deal with your blatant ineptitude.
All you know for certain is that when you look down that well and think of all the time you’ve wasted here, you start to wonder: what if you just have to… go a little crazy, and everything you do will turn to gold?
But don’t worry! You’re gonna play it safe. You don’t want a repeat of that whole ruins incident, where you screwed up, almost died, then lost everything of value. Twice. You’re gonna make sure there’s no way this can backfire disastrously.
You know knots. More about them than you care to admit, and this rope seems sturdy enough to hold your weight. Also, you used to climb all the time back when you were younger. The stonework out here in Cyrodiil is smoother than what you’re used to, but there’s still nothing to worry about. You know what you’re doing.
That’s way better than your idea.
You… adjust your plan accordingly. Yup. Totally know what you’re doing.
Also, you let Hirtel know that you’re going to dive down a well and kill some fish in melee combat, and tell him to maybe come check on you in a little while. Make sure you’re not drowning. Sure, whatever, he replies. Have fun.
You’re on a tight time limit here, so you rush back to the well, strip down to your slip dress, and stash your valuables in a nearby crate. You quickly review your plan: get down there, deliver some quick swipes until they die from blood loss, scoop up the bodies, and get out. Prove you can do this. Piece of cake, and perfectly safe as long as you stay above the water.