A Traitor

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I walked out of the sanctuary, my light, leather armour masked the sound. The note the woman gave to me said. Kill Nazem in Whiterun. I knew she hated him just as I did. His little annoying voice always mocking people. Always asking the same question. 'Do you get to the cloud district often' ugh, no wonder she wanted him dead. The night was cool, the snow had settled gently on the cobble stone path, the road to the new Whiterun was destinctvly littered with stormclocks. Why oh why. I kept my blade hidden from sight, the curved blade hiding in my sleeve pocket. Two small hammers hid in my side pockets.

I heard his voice conning from the bannered mear. I walked in, he was holding a flute. He was a shit bard. "What's that?" I said in my very sarcastic voice.

"What do think milk drinker, it's a bloody flute."

I blanked him out replying "no it's not it's a stupid rolling pin. Who are you, a fucking baker. What you gonna so with that. You gonna bake me a cake, sing me a song watch me blow out my fucking candles," I grabbed the two hammers, lifting them in my pockets. "I come here for a fucking shoot out right, a proper shoot out with some proper men, like general Tullius and legolas, ever heard of them, no because your too buissy in you pinny baking fucking fairy cakes all day ain't ya."

Nazem looked blankly into my eyes. "Get out my way, call you self a fucking rich man. A shoot out right is fucking shoot out. Like  a archer. Milk drinkers, fucking embarrassing, waist of my time." I walked out of the bar, Nazem looking at the tender. I quickly ran back in, throwing my knife into his face and pulled out my hammers and began to fight. The sickening sound of bones braking ecowed through the walls. I casually walked out of the city, blood stained my face.

Sorry for the language and that video has nothing to do with the chapter, just thought it would help.