Lovesick Sweethearts (Cicero x Listener)

Sweet Bloody Murder

Me and the stubborn wizard arrive in the Dwarven city of Markarth, we head towards the Silver Blood Inn in the market place, the inn was quiet. We sit by the warm fire, the only people that were here was the bartender, his wife, his son, the bard and some drunkard. I lean in towards Festus.

"So, I use methods to ensure im not discovered by the guards, any ideas?"

I ask him with a low tone Festus grins with a despicable smile.

"Fireball"

He replies crossing his arms and leaning inwards to the bar, I facepalm questioning if I should be more specific next time.

"Thats obvious, how about... burning him with fire when the opportunity arises"

Festus sighs in boredom, for an elderly man, he sure did need amusement to enjoy murder.

"I hope you make it less boring novice"

I drink my flask of mead and stand up.

"Come on old man!"

He groans and stands up to follow me out the inn and up the stone stairs leading up to the keep. Making our way to the kitchen to see a breton mixing in his stew pot, Festus crackled voice whispering in my ear.

"Thats our chef..."

I walk towards Anton and he speaks up so he could hear and not be able to ignore.

"Yes im a breton from High Rock, no im not a forsworn!"

He sounds annoyed as if this was a common occurance.

"Yes, High Rock, home of the exquisite Breton cuisine if I'm not mistaken"

I smile at Anton, he feels nervous. I can feel it in my bones.

"Who... are you?"

I dismiss the question and begin questioning him in return, I move in closer to loosen his breathing space.

"The Gourmet, Where. Is. He?"

I lean in, becoming more taller than him, Anton gulps in anticipation.

"I'll take his identity to the grave!"

I lift my commoner dress up to reveal my leg where he notices the ebony dagger strapped to my clear pale leg by a makeshift leather strap.

"For the Dark Brotherhood, that can... be very easily arranged"

After threatening him, he tells me the name of the Gourmet in exchange for his life. I let the chef go and he makes his way to the dining table hurriedly while Festus distracts his two servants,  Voada and Rondach who leave the room. I grab Anton Virane and bang his head on the burning coal, while he was knocked out I put his head in the boiling soup, lighting my hand up and holding it under the pot to the point Virane's head starts melting into the pot. I leave the room and shut the door, leaving no evidence of my involvement. I met Festus downstairs and begin to leave the city of Stone.

Festus and I knew where our Gourmet was. He was staying at the Nightgate near Windhelm. Festus looks at me grinning, from my perspective he was questioning if Anton Virane was lying about our man.

"Our Gourmet... Bala Grob Nobab?"

I face palm at his inability to spell names.

"Its Balagog gro-Nolob... And yes hes our man"

With a slight annoyance. We head towards the inn dressed in a winter dress, pulling my hood down revealing my pale clear skin. Heads turned in our direction, I whisper in his ear.