The adventure begins?

     Most people have a vague paranoid feeling that someone is watching them. In my case, it was actually true. Jumping from my crate I asked the man, in my startled stupor, why he was staring at me. He apologized and explained that he was actually staring at the book that I had. I asked him why he thought that was any more appropriate and he stuttered out that the book was the only copy in existence and he was simply amazed that he had happened to find it just outside of his door. I corrected him in that I had found it and thusly it was my book. Having made him more nervous and self-conscious than he already was, he could barely tell me that he did not mean to offend as he actually wanted to talk to me about a job. He offered to start over.
     His name was Hassiri and he had been working with a diviner for a number of years to discover what he called “the lost books of Cyrodiil.” Believing that these books had the potential to release vast amounts of knowledge to the world, he wanted to track them all down and make himself a tidy little library. However, after his run-in with me it became apparent to him that if he could not take one small book from a man sitting outside of his door, then he probably couldn’t get one from a cave infested with goblins. Thusly, he offered me an opportunity. He would pay me to go out across the land, locate the books, and bring them back to him. He agreed to provide me with supplies, a list of the books general locations, and a column in the paper he worked at that I could do whatever I like with.
     I was now the one staring. I couldn’t decide what to do; a job was exactly what I was looking for, but if my tunnel adventure taught me anything, it was that I was not an adventurer.
     Noticing my hesitance, he told me how much the job pays.
     I took it.
     So now you know the story of how I came to do what I do. It’s not exactly a valiant tale, what with all the greed, implied sloth, and lack of courage, but it’s the only one I’ve got. And in case you were wondering, my contract doesn’t let me tell how much I make, but I can tell you that I no longer have to sell my clothing to eat.