Blood on the Ice (Pt. 3)

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I walk around town... somebody is watching me... I can feel it. Whoever it is, though, are very good at sneaking. I walk to the Hall of the dead.
"Have you noticed anything strange about the body?" I ask.
"Well, she's dead. But I guess that's not unusual, at least not for somebody in here. I mean, someone who's not me, that is. Sorry, was only joking with you." the priestess tells me.
"So, the body?" I glare at her.
"Oh, yes, right, of course! The only unusual thing is the shape of the cuts. They look like they were made with.. well, the ancient Nords used these kinds of curved blades when they embalmed their dead. I don't know who in Windhelm would even have something like that. Other than me, of course."
"Did you have anything to do with this?"
"I'm too busy tending to the dead to spend my time making more of them. And I wouldn't very well tell you about the cuts if I had made them, now would I?"
"I have my eye on you..." I say. I turn my back to her and walk out.
I notice a trail of blood... only an idiot wouldn't follow it. It leads to a house...

"Athena." I hear Ulfric say.
"What." I say.
"Don't 'what' me. I know what your up to. Don't even think about picking that lock." he says.
"Don't tell me what to do." I say, coldly.
"EXCUSE ME?! I'm the JARL. I tell you and others what to do. It's my job." he says.
"Okay, and?" I ask him.
"Watch your tongue, Athena. I may be your brother-in-law, but I am still your superior." he says.
"Yeah, and I'm the dragonborn." I say.
"So?"
"SO BACK OFF!" I yell at him.
"Athena!" he says sharply. I run off. That bastard is going to die, too.

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