Post by M'aiq the Liar on Jul 19, 2008 3:47:09 GMT -5
M'aiq was glad that the Imperial had left. The Khajiit scratched at his belly. Paper wasn't fun to digest. He didn't expect to be eating anymore contracts soon. It had to be done though, or at least, M'aiq figured that it did. The Khajiit trusted that the Imperial would finish Attilde off. Though he was a--a human, Keyir seemed like he could do the job asked. If he didn't, well...M'aiq would be in trouble.
The Khajiit sighed and rested his head on his desk. He tapped his claws on the wooden surface rhythmically. He was certainly bored. M'aiq would like to have just gone for a walk around Leyawiin. However, being Speaker meant sitting at a desk and looking busy for hours on end. M'aiq wasn't good at looking busy, but he at least had to sit at the desk. The Khajiit didn't feel like he was meant to be Speaker, but he did what he had to do for the sake of the Dark Brotherhood--even if it meant sitting at a desk and occasionally reading or writing (or eating) papers.
Just then, S'Jhavir approached M'aiq's desk. He immediately perked up. He didn't want his trusted Khajiiti Silencer to think him lazy. However, Khajiits favored laziness, so M'aiq guessed that either way S'Jhavir would be okay. The Khajiit was just thinking too much again. M'aiq sat up and scratched the back of his furry head as he listened to his Silencer. With much glee, his fellow Khajiit reported that the job of getting a 'shipment' to Leyawiin was done. M'aiq smiled widely. Always trust a Khajiit. That was M'aiq's motto, unless that Khajiit was M'aiq. Then, the motto would be slightly different. Whatever you do, don't trust that stylish Khajiit in the Colovian fur helm; he's a tricky bastard, but man, I do love his sense of style. That would be a good motto, thought M'aiq.
"That is good to hear!" M'aiq exclaimed, getting out of his chair and raising his hands over his head. There was a pause between the two. It was awkward with M'aiq's hands held up high. Honestly, there was no real reason for the pose; the Khajiit had just wanted to try it on for size.
He mumbled, "Well, this is weird. M'aiq will just put his arms down now. He needs to get his good Silencer a reward anyway."
M'aiq rummaged through his desk and withdrew a small sack of coins. The Khajiit shook it about a bit, trying to listen to the sound. He could tell just by shaking a bag of money how much was in it. It was a Khajiiti trick really. Only the really real Khajiits could do it. Well, imaginary ones were most likely unable to do it. M'aiq didn't know, but he'd definitely ask them later. He knew a couple after all.
"This is 1,220 septims. Well, so M'aiq thinks. He had the thjizzrin Golden Saints count it out, so don't be surprised if not all of that in there is actually gold coins. There might be bits of soul gems or parts of a spoon. M'aiq doesn't know, but he also doesn't mind surprises every now and then. Good work, S'Jhavir! May you always walk on warm sands free of snakes and other things, you know."
The Khajiit sighed and rested his head on his desk. He tapped his claws on the wooden surface rhythmically. He was certainly bored. M'aiq would like to have just gone for a walk around Leyawiin. However, being Speaker meant sitting at a desk and looking busy for hours on end. M'aiq wasn't good at looking busy, but he at least had to sit at the desk. The Khajiit didn't feel like he was meant to be Speaker, but he did what he had to do for the sake of the Dark Brotherhood--even if it meant sitting at a desk and occasionally reading or writing (or eating) papers.
Just then, S'Jhavir approached M'aiq's desk. He immediately perked up. He didn't want his trusted Khajiiti Silencer to think him lazy. However, Khajiits favored laziness, so M'aiq guessed that either way S'Jhavir would be okay. The Khajiit was just thinking too much again. M'aiq sat up and scratched the back of his furry head as he listened to his Silencer. With much glee, his fellow Khajiit reported that the job of getting a 'shipment' to Leyawiin was done. M'aiq smiled widely. Always trust a Khajiit. That was M'aiq's motto, unless that Khajiit was M'aiq. Then, the motto would be slightly different. Whatever you do, don't trust that stylish Khajiit in the Colovian fur helm; he's a tricky bastard, but man, I do love his sense of style. That would be a good motto, thought M'aiq.
"That is good to hear!" M'aiq exclaimed, getting out of his chair and raising his hands over his head. There was a pause between the two. It was awkward with M'aiq's hands held up high. Honestly, there was no real reason for the pose; the Khajiit had just wanted to try it on for size.
He mumbled, "Well, this is weird. M'aiq will just put his arms down now. He needs to get his good Silencer a reward anyway."
M'aiq rummaged through his desk and withdrew a small sack of coins. The Khajiit shook it about a bit, trying to listen to the sound. He could tell just by shaking a bag of money how much was in it. It was a Khajiiti trick really. Only the really real Khajiits could do it. Well, imaginary ones were most likely unable to do it. M'aiq didn't know, but he'd definitely ask them later. He knew a couple after all.
"This is 1,220 septims. Well, so M'aiq thinks. He had the thjizzrin Golden Saints count it out, so don't be surprised if not all of that in there is actually gold coins. There might be bits of soul gems or parts of a spoon. M'aiq doesn't know, but he also doesn't mind surprises every now and then. Good work, S'Jhavir! May you always walk on warm sands free of snakes and other things, you know."