As luck would have it, there was more parchment to be found beneath bread in a basket nearby. Kiseena will write more as time permits. The imperials should not be angry with this one as she is now working for them. It is a strange situation, and Kiseena will write more of that soon.
The trip to Seyda Neen was boring. The crew kept giving Kiseena and her dunmer friend dirty looks. The dunmer was perhaps a slave working on the cargo ship by the name of Jiub. He did not seem to mind this one looking at the scar on his face. Kiseena did not think to ask what man, mer or beast caused his face such damage, but that might be for the best. Kiseena has been known to speak words she should keep to herself. This one is not sure where the ship was headed after, but when she was pushed out onto the docks of Seyda Neen, friend Jiub did not follow.
Kiseena does not like Seyda Neen so far. The air is too hot and too wet, and smelled like murky water. Even worse, the sound of the bugs all around is constant, together with the horrible sound of the local silt strider. For those reading these words who are unfamliar with a silt strider, it is a huge bug the size of a house on very long legs. The dunmer, perhaps too deeply into their cups, decided to hollow out part of the bug's back so that people could ride around inside it. The sound of it makes this one's fur stand on end - they could not get Kiseena to ride such a thing for all the moon sugar on Nirn.
The guards pushed Kiseena into the front room of a building called the Census and Excise Offices. A breton behind a desk looked unhappy to see this one, and unhappily said his name was Socucius Ergalla while trying to push release forms and a quill on Kiseena's paws. For profession, Kiseena write "adventurer," as mother had once referred to herself, and as many of mother's interesting story books had words written of. Afterwards, Ergalla said he was surprised that a khajiit could write and got a terrible gleam in his eye. The next part he said was all "part of the release process," but he then began to ask this one all manner of strange questions. Questions of sweetrolls and magical mind-readers and what Kiseena would do if she saw a money pouch fall from a noble's belt. This one knows better than to tell truthful words of what she would do with such a money pouch.
Eventually it seemed as if the breton grew tired of asking such silly, strange questions. He put together this one's forms and told Kiseena to go talk to an imperial by the name of Sellus Gravius. He was found in an office of his own a short way down the hall. Despite working for the Empire, he did not seem as quick to judge Kiseena as others based on her race or recent arrival as a prisoner. Gravius looked over this one's papers and gave a distrusting look, and then laid a scroll, securely sealed with wax and twine, on the desk.
Gravius said that Kiseena was no longer a prisoner, but that her freedom depended on a task this one must undertake. Kiseena is to bring this strange message to a man named Caius Cosades in the town of Balmora. He suggested Kiseena ride the silt strider to Balmora, but the way this one shook and the way the fur of her tail stood up showed her feelings on such an idea. And after giving Kiseena a second look, Gravius told her to go to the dining room and eat her fill, as he did not want this one passing out from hunger before ever making it out of town.
So here this one sits, stuffing her face full of crab and bread and eggs bigger than her fist. The dining room has some nice silverware and candle holders, but Kiseena does not think she could make it outside before a guard noticed the shape of such things under her shirt. Kiseena was able to use one of the forks to pop the lock of a small box on the bookshelf, though. Nearly ninety septims and what this one's nose says is a magic ring. Things appear to be looking up. No longer a prisoner and with some sort of a job and no longer without a coin to this one's name. Perhaps mother would be proud.
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