Windhelm. There was no place more fitting to mirror Bishop's mood.
His day was already soured even more at the gates when those dimwit guards insisted that he leave his 'hound' outside. How stupid were they not to recognize a wolf? But, then again, it was not like Karnwyr would enjoy their time in Windhelm anyway. He'd have much more fun hunting outside the city walls.
With a heavy sigh, he approached the Candlehearth Hall. While the Dunmer spirits may have been more fitting to numb him enough, he didn't feel like answering all their potential questions. At least nobody would bother him at the Candlehearth.
As eager as he was to get a strong drink already, he couldn't help but stop by the prominent bulletin board to see what was new in town. They haven't been there in a long while, not since Aeyrin was banished. She did get some strange updates from those soldiers that bothered her at the Nightgate Inn that one evening, but that was hardly indicative of the current situation. The Stormcloaks were all brainwashed by Ulfric's bullshit.
He scanned the notices for a while. There were several new leaflets, all referring to the Butcher.
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BEWARE THE BUTCHER!
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HE WILL STRIKE AGAIN!
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It was all in the same vein. Hardly anything new. But it did suggest that the killings had really stopped, just like the soldiers said.
When he found nothing much of interest among the scattered notes, he looked over at the official notices. It looked like all the previous orders were still in effect. Typical. Unless someone just hadn't bothered to remove them from the board.
But Bishop did notice what looked like a new one eventually.
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By the order of the True High King Ulfric Stormcloak,
due to the unsolved string of heinous murders, the True High King endeavors to find the killer before more innocent lives are lost. Every citizen of Windhelm has to comply with mandatory household and business searches if the guards have a reason to suspect their culpability. Disobedience will be met with a corresponding response.
We thank the people of Windhelm for understanding the precautions and urge every citizen to stay safe and patient.
Jorlief, Steward to the True High King Ulfric Stormcloak
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Well that sounded even shittier than before. Bishop had no doubt that Ulfric's men concentrated on searching the houses in the Grey Quarter just to bully the elves more.
With a scowl decorating his face, he looked over the other notices one more time, but there didn't seem to be anything new otherwise. But just as he was about to turn away and head to the inn at last, he was interrupted by a soft voice.
"Excuse me, sir?"
Bishop turned to see the woman addressing him. He was pretty sure that he had never seen her before, but at a second glance, he recognized the long brown robes that she wore. They identified her as a priestess of Talos. He wasn't sure how many of them there were in the city, but he suspected that this must have been Jora – the priestess who had started that secret Talos worship thing with Aeyrin.
"Oh good, it is you, isn't it? You're Aeyrin's companion," she looked at him eagerly.
Not anymore.
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Northbound Pilgrimage II
FanfictionAeyrin and Bishop continue their journeys through Skyrim, trying to deal with the looming threats in their path. The Province is still ravaged by the dragons, as well as the war, and both new and old enemies still hound their steps. Their adventures...
