As Brynjolf and I ride to Rorikstead, we both remain totally silent. The climate gets warmer, and as we pass Whiterun, I finally have to ask him something.
"Why are you suddenly protecting me?" I ask.
"I'm transporting you out of the sight of the Black-Briar family, as well as the Dark Brotherhood assassin they've sent after you for locking Maven up. How many times must I repeat myself for you, lass?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm just trying to figure out why you care so suddenly."
He chuckles. "What makes you think I care for a foolish lass like you?"
"Call me foolish one more time and I'll show you which of us is the fool," I snap.
"You want to try me? Very well." He pulls the horse to a halt and dismounts with ease.
As I dismount, I thank the horse and hand it some carrots I nabbed from the stables back in Riften. I'm sure Brynjolf would be proud if he knew what I'd done.
Brynjolf draws a Dwarven dagger and faces me, his eyes on my face. "Alright, lass. This won't be easy."
"I won't make it easy on you either."
I draw my daggers, one steel, one ebony. I only fight with daggers, bows, and sometimes, magic. But right now, we are sparring. So I use daggers.
I surge forward and slice his shoulder. I dance out of reach of his swipes, and then I charge at him, hitting his wounded shoulder with my own, causing him to cry out and swipe at my arm.
It knicks me. But I keep moving, using my short height and lithe frame to cut into the cloth of the tunic he is wearing. Brynjolf growls.
"By the Eight, why are you so quick and good at this?"
I grin. "I am a guard. I was trained. And you guys just don't kill or hurt anyone. It's part of your some semblance of honor thing. Well, guards sometimes are given no choice. It is quite literally a situation of kill or be killed."
"Damn, lass. Maybe I should recruit you. You could show Vipir some tricks with speed."
I smile. But it's not for the treason he thinks. He's so slowly revealing more and more about the Guild. Does he begin to trust me now that we've been thrust into this situation and he thinks we won't survive so it won't matter?
Well, too bad for him that I fully understand my own mission and that is not a plan where I divulge any secrets of my own.
"Come on quickly now. It's time we moved on from here, we don't his much right now, as it will he dark soon. So let's get cleaned up and make camp."
"Yes, mother," I say.
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Skyrim's Saviors
FanfictionThe people of Skyrim are in need of a savior. Years after Alduin the World-Eater was defeated, the Dragonborn, a Nord woman named Ularik Stormcloak, vanished. No one has seen her since she defeated the dragon in Sovngarde. But what happens when the...
