"You'd trade me for that redhead whore?!" Vahl's voice echoed through my head. I hadn't played Skyrim for more than a year, and it pained me to see her again, but I knew that my actions at the hospital were just.
Vahl may be one of the strongest people in Skyrim, but it also makes her slow. She may have magical weapons, but Cywren has a .44 magnum. Things weren't shaping up for Vahl, so I wasn't too worried.
Okay, I lied. I slept with one eye open, constantly afraid of being killed in my sleep with a sword in my back.
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The Idol: a VenturianTale fanfic
FanficAfter the death of Cywren Caster, Jordan Frye must deal with the knowledge of her. He sets out to find her killer and finds an old friend waiting for him. I am assuming you've read my other Venturian books because this picks up just before the end o...
