The job went well, well sort of. I hadn’t planned on having a hulking, blond Nord blunder about behind me while I’m trying to be discreet. I don’t know how he managed to follow me, I tried to shake him a number of times but he’s proving remarkably persistent and remarkably adept – there is more to this than it appears I think. I have settled for ignoring him, though I did at least persuade him to wait on the path while I paid a quick visit to The Dainty Sload to plant some contraband. I may have achieved this by grazing him with an arrow laced with a mild paralysis poison.