Story Part - 2 Failed mission (Patreon)

Our old friend is an unsuccessful thief, an unsuccessful bandit, and now just a beggar and a tramp J'zarza,

languished for a long time. The addiction to moon sugar made itself felt, his exhausted, weak body demanded another dose.

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and his wallet had been empty for days.

But at night he will win back on this unfair world as it should. He learned that in one of the houses, there is enough moon sugar. And tonight, the womb will be empty.

- a great opportunity to remember your old skills.

"serving" an acquaintance, the Khajiit under cover of night moved to the intended house. His heart was rolling, his hands were shaking. Really, very soon he will get what he wants.

The room is dark, but even his alcohol-drenched eyes could see everything in minute detail.

- And what has this pussy forgotten in my house? - I heard a hissing, guttural voice behind my back.

No sooner had the Khajiit turned around than immediately, a powerful blow knocked him to the ground.

The agile, thin Argonian with swift blows forced the Khajiit to faint.

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He woke up very quickly. His hands were tied, the cold floor burning his bare back. The Argonian sat across from him, legs crossed. His green, bare feet flickered around the Khajiit's face. J'zarza, Saw the robes of the lizard - he is a member of the thieves guild.

There was no point in lying, the Khajiit told the truth.

In the hand of the Argonian was a dagger, with dexterous, perfected movements, he sketched pirouettes.

“If I kill you right now, no one will even know about it,” the Argonian hissed through his teeth. - you are so pathetic and insignificant that not a single guard will even remember you ...

“Please,” said the Khajiit. - do not kill me.

The Argonian peered into his face for a long time through the narrow slit of his eyes, the serpentine pupils narrowed.

- So you came here for this? The Argonian uncorked the bottle and dumped several diamond-like granules into his hand. - so, addict?

The Khajiit's heart fluttered, he involuntarily licked his lips.

 - Ha, I'm kind today, because as the priests say - is it necessary for the merciful with the poor?

the lizard's hand crumpled the sugar crystals into powder, and he began to rub them into his soles. The lizard's sole was lighter than its entire green body, soft, although in small scratches, the skin was beautiful, and its scent reached its sensitive nose.

“You’ll get your dose today, nothing,” the Argonian hissed. - and then, I will decide your fate.