Darjma hid behind a wall, crouched low to he ground and peering around. Drawing her bow, pulled back with an arrow ready, she moved around the wall slowly and quietly. Her target was right in front of her, an orc this time as fate would have it, she grinned as she released the arrow. She had hit the mark, right in the back of the neck, but sadly it was an instantaneous death. Still crouched, she dug through his pockets to see what she could find, but there was nothing more than six gold on him, "Just great, well at least there's my pay from the Brotherhood to look forward to."
It was a quiet ride back to the sanctuary, no bears attacking this time thankfully. When she walked in, everything was in an oddly organized manner, "Well this can't be good." As she turned the corner, she just happened to see that crazy little Jester Cicero, "Oh boy, we finally get entertainment," she said sarcastically. Cicero had grow to be quite annoying, what with him talking to himself nonstop for hours and keeping everyone up. Then, there was the Night Mother, a creepy old, rotten corpse of a woman, "Have you heard anything yet Cicero, or are you just here to prance about?"
Cicero turned to her and smiled, quite creepishly too, "I would never come just to prance about," speaking with heavy sarcasm, then all of a sudden serious and scowling at the Night Mother's coffin, "But neither have I heard a word. Poor, poor Cicero never hears anything. But there is no Listener, so..." Cicero started on another of his crazy self talk once more, and paced like a hungry wolf. Having this creepy little jester around had its perks for entertainment, though she'd never say that, especially since he'd probably try to stab her in the back one day. Instead, she just sat and listened to him drone on and on about how he wanted to hear the Night Mother, but he wasn't the Listener, but that there was no Listener to listen.
After getting bored with Cicero's self-rant, Darjma headed to see Nazir about her pay. He was sitting at the table like usual with a worried look on his face, "Was it Cicero, or maybe you just feel like staring into your mug like a moon-stricken fool?" Nazir laughed dryly at her question, "None of the above. We had a little problem with our funding, not as many people wanting us to assassinate their enemy's." This was the first time she's heard about the Brotherhood ever having money troubles, "Maybe I could help in some way," she honestly wanted to help, but had no ideas at all as to how to help. The look on Nazir's face brightened a little, "Maybe you could pick up some other odd jobs, don't know where though, I'd try talking to Arnbjorn."
She had left Nazir to sit in quiet as per usual, then headed to see Arnbjorn. "So, any idea as to where I could get some extra money to help out the Brotherhood? I'm up for just about anything," she had to speak a little loudly so that he could hear her over his little blacksmith area. Her tail twitched with irritation at his silence, but before she could open her mouth to say something else, he spoke finally, "You could always ask various guilds, but I think the Thieves Guild probably gives the most benefits in regards to money and gets the most money as well, since they are thieves." She could tell he was done talking to her and wanted to get back to work, "Alright, I'll go see what I can find out. Thanks for the tip." As she started to leave, she turned back to see him grinning at her, "See you later for dinner tidbit." Darjma had to hold back a laugh as he said this, it was the best thing about Arnbjorn, his half serious jokes like that. She headed for the sanctuary exit, passing the Night Mother and Cicero along the way, Cicero still talking to himself and the Night Mother's coffin closed and looking just as creepy as earlier. Once she got outside, she hopped on her horse and headed straight for Riften.
