Oblivion: Journal of Fang - Arriving at the Imperial City

From the Journal of Fang (Translated from Ta’agra)

Evening of Heartfire 18th, 433

The amount of hoops I jump through in Cyrodill… and some of it for matters not even my fault! Blasted Fighter’s Guild… but no matter. After doing some work for the Mage’s Guild today, I ended up fighting several large beasts, which has left me exhausted, physically, but mind is still working. So I thought I’d take the time to write here some more, about what happened when I first arrived at the Imperial City. (Episode 16)

My original intent, upon arriving, was to simply sell what wares I could, then see what there was for work. Of course, I had barely arrived before I spoke with a woman, Jensine, who wanted to hire me to investigate one of her competitors, Thoronir. Do I exude a scent that makes me people think I’m good at looking into the affairs of others? Look how the business with Glarthir turned out, after all. Regardless, I didn’t want to look into it right away, not really… if anything, Thoronir did offer me better prices for my wares. Still, I hadn’t reached my goal… oh, right. My goal.

I had heard around that there was hovel available for purchase in the Imperial Waterfront, for two thousand septims. Not much, but it was relatively cheap, and would’ve been my first major step in my new life.

Looking back… it’s kind of funny… but I’ll let the events speak for themselves.

To make the last few hundred septims, I took my chances at the Imperial arena. Unlike the one at Kvatch, this one involved men fighting other men, not beasts. I gambled on it, of course, but the bulk of my gold I made through fighting in it. I thought I’d be relatively prepared for the arena… I’d certainly gotten some experience fighting in the previous weeks leading up to this… and I did actually fare quite well. Well enough that I believed I’d made enough money for my house.

When I finally got the Chamber of Imperial Commerce, after convincing the old shrew I was a legitimate customer… she informed me the price for the hovel was FOUR THOUSAND Septims, not two. I was livid and angry… all of my savings, to this point, had barely netted by two thousand! How was I to get four thousand?

I decided to gamble at and fight in the Arena some more, hoping to make enough money to afford the hovel. The benefits outweighed the risk...

Up until those damned Bosmer sisters.

I hate to sound this way, but I am seriously beginning to think Bosmer were put on this world to be absolutely terrible, horrifying nuisances. Glarthir, that Thoronir, and these two… they fought incredibly hard, and only armed with a dagger myself, it was incredibly taxing. I very nearly died, and decided that was enough for the Arena, especially as what good would the money be if I was dead?

I figured my best bet was to look into this matter for the shops of the Market District, with Thoronir... but I digress, and I tire. I will write of that next time, perhaps.