I stared down at the leather and bone-armored bodies, panting softly as I slipped my daggers into their sheathes. I winced, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth while a dull throbbing in my side reminded me of the blow one of the assailants landed. A few citizens of Whiterun had gathered around the scene, a guard soon joining them.
"What happened here?" He questioned.
I glanced up at him for a moment before my gaze returned to the bodies below me, and I shrugged. "I don't know," I admitted. "They called me a false Dragonborn and attacked." I knelt and began to rummage through the things my attackers carried. I found nothing of use on the first body aside from a few septims and a small gem, though flawless. On the second, I found a note:
'... Kill the false Dragonborn known as Saeic before he reaches Solstheim. Return with word of your success and Miraak shall be most pleased.'
I glanced again to the guard and shoved the note into my satchel as I rose from the dirt and cobblestone path.
The guard watched, his expression inscrutable behind his helm. "So? Did you find anything?"
"Just an everyday occurrence of someone wanting me dead," I said, a sigh at the end of my statement, accompanied by an eye roll. "This time by someone named Miraak, on the island of Solstheim..." I trailed off. I held my hand up, allowing a golden glow to encase my fingers and run down my arm, beneath my armor. The throbbing of the wound on my side eased as the spell mended the torn flesh. I breathed a sigh of relief, and, pushing through the crowd of onlookers gently, made my way to the massive stairs leading to the meadhall of Jorrvaskr.
I pushed open the door, welcoming the sudden burst of warmth and the sound of bickering. "Farkas!" I called as I entered, closing the door behind me. I headed to his usual spot in the corner, and smirked when I finally got his attention. "C'mon, we've got another adventure!"
"Adventure, or some some fools errand?" He question, lowering his mead, his previously happy expression now annoyed.
"Probably both..."
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Tale Of Two Dragons
FanfictionThe story of the Last Dragonborn, Saeic, as he makes his way through the Dark Brotherhood quests... With an unexpected companion (I hate asking, but can y'all spread this book around? I worked on it for soo long, and would hate to see it go unread...
