Vorgu Soul
Nightingale Mutt
Honeyside

"Dragons? Fantastic. That's what Skyrim needs. We're on the brink of Civil War and suddenly Dragons want to come back from the hole they were hiding in." Vorgu stood after reading a notice from Mistveil Keep. He donned his thieves guild armor, suddenly feeling much lighter, and walked out of his home, locking the door behind him. As he did so, an assassin appeared from seemingly nowhere and attempted to slay the warrior giant. Vorgu didn't even draw his weapon. He stretched his arm out, grasped the skull of his attacker, and tossed him over the railing. The man fell, hit his head over the side of a boat below, and snapped his neck. Vorgu headed to the neighboring Bee and Barb, as the man slowly drowned to death, shaking his head. "They'll need to do better than that.."

He approached the double doors, and already smelled the intense scent of mead mixed with various food. His wolf nose smelled all of it. Even Thieves Guild members he was familiar with. "Suppose I'll announce this news of Dragons to everyone in the Inn.. If they don't already know. That courier seemed in quite a hurry." He entered the building, any attention he gathered quickly doubled as he threw his hands into the air and shouted.

"I, Vorgu Soul, Thane of Riften, come bearing news! The Dragons have risen! .. Or something! Apparently a dragon came out of nowhere and attacked Helgen Keep. Coincidentally, the Imperial Forces were staging the execution of Ulfric Stormcloak when it happened. We are no longer safe in our own homes! .. I guess! The dragons may swoop down and attack at any time! We are all in danger! If you already knew that, then good for you! I'm going hunting! Those brave enough can meet me in the center of town in a couple of hours. I'll give you time to prepare, and I've got some things to discuss with some contacts of mine. Good day!"

He shook his head, again, and walked out. Making his way to the Cistern. The dwelling of the Thieves Guild.