I am Laeilwyn Riverpool (A Skyrim Adventure)

Epilogue

-Laeilwyn's Perspective-

"By the Twelve, in a land of eternal winter, it sure is hot today." I wiped the sweat from my brow and continued to pull my cart of iron ingots up the large hill.

"Hey! You! That's close enough" I heard a voice shout at me from farther up the road.

Damn it.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" I shouted back, putting the cart down and raising my hands in surrender. I shielded my eyes from the sun and saw a couple of bandits posted on either side of the road on top of some rocks with a bridge connecting them. They both had their bows locked onto me.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you can! You can put your bow and any other weapons you have on you on the ground right there. Nice and easy. Don't try anything funny." One of them shouted back.

I placed Stormsong and quiver full of arrows on the ground. Damn it, I really wanted to use those.

"That sword too!" The other bandit shouted.

I sighed, unclipping my sheath and tossing it in front of me, putting my hands up to indicate I was done. My foot accidentally kicked something. I looked down and noticed a large branch at my feet.

One of them came down to meet me while the other kept his sights locked on me. The one coming towards me gathered up my weapons and tossed them in the grass on the side of the road where he was sure I wouldn't be able to get them.

"Well well well, aren't you a pretty thing." He came up to me and twirled my hair in his finger. "Exotic, my favorite. Those Nord girls can get terribly boring. But I heard your kind is fond of wood..."

"Oy, Arralf, tie her up and bring her up here! Don't take all day!" The other bandit shouted down at us.

He sighed. "Fine." As he pulled the rope out of his pocket and began untangling it, I asked him what his name was.

"Arralf. Arralf the Pickled. Why's it matter?"

"Oh, no particular reason, I just wanted you to know Arralf, that we wood elves do enjoy wood, very, very much..." I kicked the branch at my feet up into my hands and hit him as hard as I could in his gut, knocking him back and winding him momentarily.

"Why you little bitch!" He drew his dagger and came at me, very narrowly missing me. I blocked one of his jabs and it stuck into the branch. I smiled at him, and kicked him with my foot, knocking him backwards onto the ground. I threw the branch to the side and held him down on the ground with my foot on his throat.

"If any arrows come my direction, your friend Arralf here is going to die a very slow and painful death!" I shouted at the bandit at his post. I watched him put the arrow he had drawn back into his quiver.

Arralf coughed. "You...bitch..."

I pushed a little harder on his windpipe. I knelt next to him and pulled out the dagger from my ankle sheath. I pushed the blade onto his cheek. "What was that?"

My quetion was met with silence. "That's what I thought. Get up, you filthy n'wah. Don't try anything funny." When his hands were bound with his own rope,. I pushed him in front of me, using him a shield from his friend. We climbed up the steps to the top where his friend was waiting for us, arrow ready but not drawn.

"And who exactly do you think you are?" The friend asked me.

"Not somebody you want to try and rob." I retorted. "Now, hand over your money and I'll be on my way."

The bandit laughed loudly. "Wouldn't that be something, the robber gettin' robbed. You're a funny elf. There's two of us and one of you. Where do you think this is going to g-"