At least then I’d be getting paid for it. I fought every wolf I could on the way and wished I took all their pelts. After a trudge in the snow that should have been less than half an hour, it turned into two. I can’t go with you since I need to prepare some things but be careful on the roads.” She nods in understanding, “Winterhold isn’t far from here. “I’m fine, promise, just need some blood.” Karliah just steadies me before I fall from the sudden headache. Perhaps we think of the matter later then. “Here, take these as well, they may prove useful on your journey.” She passes me a bag with a magicka poison, a weak poison, a stamina poison and Gallus’s journal. Right now, you need to head for Winterhold with the journal and get the translation.” She pauses, completely oblivious to the conversation in my head. We were an anonymous splinter of the Thieves Guild in Riften. Incredibly dense, dear, never give your identity away. Of course… It’s the only outsider Gallus trusted with the knowledge of his Nightingale identity.” “Enthir…Gallus’s friend at the College of Winterhold. The journal is written in some sort of language I’ve never seen before.” I suspect the information we need is written inside.” Before you arrived, I recovered a journal from Gallus’s remains. “Are you alright?” Karly, Karliah, whatever her name is watches me with concern, “I promise you we will find him. This is what I tell myself to keep her quiet. I should’ve taken the crown with me, but I’m still certain Bryn is keeping it safe. Soon as I think it, I shut my mind down on that thought. What did he actually want with it? My hands begin to shake as Voice rumbles. The thought of this man doing so many dastardly deeds brings me back to the crown. Well, if you should know Mercer is the one who murdered Gallus and he needs to be brought to justice.” I see a slight tinge of annoyance in her gaze before she composes herself, “Right. “No, no” I laugh, “I’m sorry, when stress gets to me, I can’t help but play around. The poor Dunmer is positively shaken and reaches a hand towards me. I feign surprise, “I’m not from around here.” Her eyes widen, “You don’t know what you are?” Instead of pointing me in the right direction he tried to get my killed and accidently had me turned into some sort of monster.” I shrug, “Indirectly, he wasn’t the one who wanted it, but he ultimately tried to call the shots. He needs to pay for what he’s done.” Her gaze travels my body and I notice she finally understands what happened. “I wanted to bring him back alive, to the Guild. But you distracted me.” I cross my arms and watch her, hoping I’m at least a little intimidating. I laugh, “If you showed yourself sooner, I could’ve had rat-face strung up by his toes outside here, begging for a clean death. I made a split-second decision to get you out of the way and it prevented your death.” She clears her throat, “My original intention was to use that arrow on Mercer, but I never had a clear shot. I scratch an itch on my cheek, my fingers come back with dried blood and dirt. However, I had no idea you were changed.” Had I intended to kill you we wouldn’t be having this conversation. It slowed your heart and kept you from bleeding out. My arrow was tipped with a unique paralytic poison. “I don’t know, I guess I’m okay considering you shot me.” Her hair is cut at odd angles and her eyes are sharp. I blink the film from my eyes and take in the Dunmer in front of me. Don’t get up so quickly, how are you feeling?” The dark voice chants as the small form nears. Wanting to punch any and everything in sight. No, neither of us are a seer, but we do see the potential. For all I know these two women know the future, and they know what I can do to get them where they need to be. If Nocturnal would lie so easily for her own gain, then she couldn’t be trusted as much as I thought. I stop breathing, pause if you would, because fear is now engulfing me. So, dear, next time you see him he’s all yours for the taking. As for Maven she could care less about Mercer, I believe she’s growing tired of him. We needed him to show us where Karliah was, she would not answer to you alone.
I ignored Voice the best I could and just asked Nocturnal outright, I almost died. It felt like it was me and her, after all. If Nocturnal took offense at all she didn’t show it. And, You listen to the most despicable of us all? You don’t need the crow-keeper.
Saying things like, You weren’t quick enough.
I’m on the ground on a sleeping bag, have a killer headache, but my body is strong again thanks to the vampire healing powers. For the past half hour, I’ve been occupied.
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My skin burns from the rising sun even though the clouds are more than concealing it.