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Anduin had a clear schedule for the day. Well, as clear as it could get before he got bored and started begging Jaina for errands to run or something. He was in luck today; the alchemist's shop had gotten a shipment of a few rare ingredients that Jaina needed. He didn't want to seem too eager about his task, but his excitement betrayed him when he stepped outside the Jarl's Longhouse just a bit too quickly, and slammed directly into someone standing outside.
“Whoa,” a familiar voice chuckled, and he felt strong hands hold him steady, keeping him from losing his balance on the steps. “Anduin! Heading out? I'm glad I caught you, then.” Wrathion winked at him.
“Hey!” Anduin grinned. “You're back already? Is everything alright?”
“Better than alright,” Wrathion gave him a sly smile in return, and patted a very full, very jingly coin-purse strapped to his hip. “Don't go far. I can't stay long, but I'd like to start making arrangements for construction as soon as I have the deed in-hand, and I was hoping that you'd like to help me figure out the best locals for the job.”
“Oh!” Anduin was surprised. Wrathion obviously held no small amount of influence across Skyrim, and considering the fact that he already owned so many properties, he likely had access to the best architects and builders in Skyrim; he assumed that Wrathion would want to bring in his own crews. “Great! I have to go grab some things for Jaina, but I'll be back soon.”
“Very good. I'll see you soon.”