The Elder Scrolls: Nord of Spades

Chapter 6

The courier was walking beside an old, small, abandoned house when he heard a shout to him.

"You there!" He heard the voice say. He stopped, but didn't know if he wanted to keep going or walk to the voice. He stood still.

"Courier! I have a message for someone in Whiterun, their hands only." A hand emerged from the door, where it was holding a folded paper.

The courier, debating with himself, made the ultimate decision to walk up to the house. He grabbed the note.

"Okay sir, but not to be a bother, that will be a couple septims." The courier was nervous, but still stood tall.

"I haven't got any, this is top priority," the man in the house was getting an angry tone in his voice.

The courier did think he could make an exception for him, but didn't. "I'm sorry, I need to make--"

His voice was interrupted when a Nordic Sword was placed right on his throat. "And this city needs to survive. Now deliver this message, or you and Whiterun will not live."

The courier felt his heart beating even faster than it had before. "Ye-yes sir. Uh who should the message go to?" said the courier with a huge gulp.

"A girl, woman if you prefer, that goes by the name of Aela. She's in Jorrvaskr in Whiterun," the man lowered his sword and held out the message for the courier to take.

He debated with himself for a moment, but took it. "And should I say who it's from?"

There was a piercing silence. The man spoke up.

"A friend from Dragonstar." The door shut to the house.

The courier stood still for a moment, thinking about what just happened. He returned on the road back to Whiterun.

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The courier walked to the door of Jorrvaskr, where two bandits stood in the way, guarding it.

As the courier approached, both bandits pulled out their swords.

"What do we have here?" asked one if the bandits in a sarcastic tone.

"A message for Aela. Her hands only," said the courier holding up the note. One of the bandits laughed and snatched the note from his hands.

Suddenly, the doors opened behind them. It was Aela the Huntress.

"I heard my name," she said, "do I have a message?" She looked at the note in the bandit's hand.

"Yes, it's for your hands only," joked the bandit. Aela snatched the note and began to read it.

Aela,

Don't worry, I'm only asking you to risk your life to save Whiterun, nothing special. My wife has been kidnapped by Skeever and I need your help to smuggle some 'goods' into the city. If I could use your help, it would not only help you and I, it would help the city. Immediately burn this message and make your way to the old shack outside of town. Knock like you used to, and expect someone with said 'goods'.

-What you would call an acquaintance

"Well bitch, what's on there?" Aela didn't answer. She immediately went back inside and shut the doors. There, she threw the note in the fire and grabbed her things.

The bandits, however, had different ideas. They opened the doors, but were both met with arrows to the face.

Aela ran as fast as she could, dodging arrows, spells, and whatever the bandits threw at her.

Before she knew it, she escaped and was standing at a former acquaintance's house.

What she thought as former acquaintance was actually a former love.

Yngvar.