Inigo and the Dragonborn's Adventures

Well..... This Can't Be Good

Clover grabbed her nose because she had smashed it into the armor plate of the person in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying att-" She started to apologize before the person painfully grasped her shoulders.

"Where is he?! What have you done with the cat!" They screamed into her face.

Inigo. They wanted to know where Inigo was. But who were they? "I don't know what you're talking about," Clover frowned as she tried to pry his hands off of her.

"Don't play coy you wench, where's the cat?" They growl, tightening their grip.

"Ow! Let go, you swine! I don't know who you are! I'll tell you all I know if you can prove you won't do any harm," She pleads.

He loosens his grip and she sighs relieved of the pain.

"I apologize. You are not the target of my aggression."

"Why are you mad at I-, ahem I mean the Khajiit?" Clover corrects herself.

"He owes me a great deal of money. I helped the kid with his Skooma addiction and then he runs off from our cozy little bandit clan. Without paying his debt," The man explains.

"Oh, I had no idea. But why come looking for him now and not right after?" Clover ponders aloud.

"News travels fast, Doll. Our little clan heard he's been doing well for himself since he found a partner. But then he disappeared so we gave up thinking he was dead. That was until he was spotted again. With you my dear," He smirks, revealing decaying teeth.

"Oh," She sighs. Blasted Skyrim, can't keep to herself! "How much does he owe you?"

"Around 4000 gold give or take a few," He winced, thinking hard.

Shows how much he uses his brain. It's probably rotting too. "Here," Clover grumbles, shoving a big coin purse at him. "That should be a little more than 4000. Now get out of my sight before I decide that the world would be better off without you in it."

He blinks for a few seconds stunned before she grabs her weapons and he scampers off. She sighs and makes her way back to her house. Upon opening the door she finds a drowsy Lydia being drilled with questions by a frantic Inigo.

"I don't know where she went, Inigo," She yawns. She looks in Clover's direction and smiles slightly. "There she is. May I go back to bed now?"

"Yes. Go back to sleep, Lydia," clover says as Lydia rushes back up the stairs to her room.

"Where have you been?" Inigo asks.

"I uh," Clover stalls thinking of what to say. I woke up from a weird dream about you so I went on a walk to clear my head. Then I ran into someone. "I went on a walk, Inigo. No need to fret."

"I woke up and you weren't here again. I've had nightmares for the past week where you didn't make it. Don't scare me again please," He pleads, hugging her.

"I can't promise I won't disappear again, but I can promise I won't die," She chuckles, hugging him back. "I, I have a question, if I may."

"Fire away, My Friend," He says happily.

"Were you a.... did you used to be a bandit?" Clover winces at the question.

She watches his face go from a happy smile to surprised eyes. "How did you? When did, who?"
"I bumped into someone on my walk. They said you owed them money for your Skooma debt so I paid it. They said they used to be your clan chief," She whispered, ashamed she brought it up.

"I well, yes. I used to be a bandit. I fell into a long rabbit hole of terrible choices after my brother died. We were camping on the outskirts of a town and they pinned all the blame on us for some troubles. They killed him, but only after he pushed me out of the back of the tent and down the mountain," Inigo sighs sitting in a chair.