Astrid blocked her view of the man. "Ah, there you are. Good, I was done speaking with that muttering fool anyway. We've got some business to discuss."
"You have a contract for me?"
"I do indeed. You must go to the city of Markart, and speak with the apothecary's assistant. You'll probably find her in the Hag's Cure when the shop is open. The girl's been running her mouth, wants an ex-lover killed. She's apparently preformed the Black Sacrament. Her name is Muiri. I need you to talk to her, set up the contract, and carry it out."
"Anything else?"
"Just do whatever the contract wishes. Be professional, represent us well, and get the job done. Since it's your first contract, I'll let you keep whatever Muiri pays. She'll be generous, I'm sure. They always are." Astrid returned to her regular spot.
Jade tapped on the man's shoulder, "Hello?"
"Another member of the Family! Hello, hello! So very good to meet you." The jester began to dance around, suddenly stopping as he looked at Jade, "Wait, oh wait. I know you! Yes, yes. From the road! Cicero never forgets a face."
"From the road? Cicero?" Her eyes grew wide upon remembering, "You're the man who needed help with his wagon wheel! The one transporting his mother..."
Cicero jumped around gleefully, "I am! I am! But not just my mother. Our mother, hmm? The Night Mother! Oh yes! And you helped me! You helped poor Cicero! You talked to Loreius, got him to fix my wheel! Oh, you may have pleased me, but you have surely pleased the Night Mother. And our mother, she will never forget. Oh, we're going to be fast friends. Fast friends."
"Why did you come to this Sanctuary?"
"The Night Mother's crypt in Bravil was...desecrated. The Imperial Province is ravaged by strife. Nowhere there is safe, at present. So Cicreo brought our Lady to her new home. Here! This is the Only Sanctuary left in all of Skyrim, you see. Such was my...honor. As Keeper."
"Who exactly is the Night Mother?"
"What? Who is the Night Mother? Oh! Oh, you jest! You jest with gullible Cicero! You of course know that thhe Night Mother is our Unholy Matron. The undying spirit of a great women who bore the children of Sithis. And killed them in his honor!
"Can you tell me more about Sithis?"
"Hmm...That's lie telling you about the cold of space, or terror of midnight. Sithis is all those things. He is...the Void.
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A Fool's Blade
FanfictionForced to spend some time away from the guild, Jade wonders about looking for work and comes across a strange-looking imperial man. He claims to be transporting his deceased mother, but is there more behind this story? After the encounter, Jade beco...
