Eldrin, the Argonian with an Elven name

Chapter 1 - 7th of Second Seed, Second Era 581

It was the 7th day of Second Seed which meant that the people of Mournhold were preparing for the Second Planting. The early morning hours had brought light through bars to come to rest on black scales.

As the day grew older the light moved to shine brightly on a pair of closed eyes. Bright blue eyes opened and the Argonian sighed as he remembered where he was.

His face was angular and dark. A few scars laid on his muzzle, disrupting the pattern of scales. Slivered pupils rested on a background of light blue.

Atop his head was a collection of tall black spikes. His body was lanky with thin, toned muscles. For an Argonian, he was barely shorter than average.

His shoes were minimalistic style sandals that were heavily weathered and worn. He preferred being barefoot but these did save a lot of moisturizing headaches.

He wore clothes he'd sewn for himself. A long sleeve purple shirt over an off-white long sleeve shirt underneath, alongside a pair of black pants. They were fitted perfectly to his form, since the starting material was a little raggedy, he did what he could to make them look nice. They weren't great for hiding but they were good for blending into a crowd albeit a little flamboyant.

It was the events of more than a week ago that landed him in this cell. He tried to pickpocket a ring off an insufferable Dunmer woman. When she wasn't complaining about an establishment, she was spewing casual racism. The boy saw her wearing the ring most of the time, only taking it off to eat.

Spatial awareness was never a strong suit of his, and he was working on memorizing the Ordinators patrol schedule. His paranoia over an approaching Guard led to a shaky hand and the woman ended up dragging him to the prison herself. Ordinators walked behind them to make sure she didn't rough up the boy too much.

He sat up on the bed he had been sleeping on for the last week. He thought to himself,

Today they come to get me.

A familiar voice outside the window, "Zuryl wants to make sure Eldrin will be out in time for this evening."

She was a Suthay-raht Khajiit and a good friend of his. Although her speech left something to be desired he always thought she was articulate for a Khajiit.

"My tailor said my outfit would be ready this afternoon," he said tilting his face towards the ceiling. Zuryl was leaning her back on the outside wall as she talked to her companion.

Zuryl was confused by the statement. The subtle sarcasm was something she normally picked up on well. This wasn't the case as Zuryl started, "This one meant–,"

"I know what you meant," Eldrin interrupted her.

"This one knows the lizard's parents are coming to get him," Zuryl stated.

"Hadn't we agreed to use "guardians" instead?" He frowned slightly as he continued, "I'm sure I will hear about what an inconvenience this wee vacation has caused them."

Eldrin's guardian figures had visited over the last week but it was mostly just to scold him for his actions. They couldn't afford the bounty he'd acquired so he had to fulfill his sentence in jail.

"Zuryl must go. Meet this one and the wood elf in the usual spot after the lizard is free." He nodded after he heard her steps as she walked away without waiting for an answer.

It was not long after that that he heard more familiar voices coming from the Ordinators table. As he stood near the steel gate trying to see what was happening, a guard appeared in front of him. The Orindator's silent approach caught Eldrin slightly off guard and he jumped a little.

"Your parents are here to collect you. Try to stay out of trouble this time," the Guard stated as he swung the door open for the Argonian. Eldrin was hesitant to see them but the thought of spending the night in a soft bed put a smile on his face.