After I explained to the blacksmith, Lod, that the dog had ended up being "more trouble than was worth", I took a small walk through Falkreath. Maybe I misjudged the little town a bit too harshly - there was a small charm about it, especially when the sun was out. When it rained, however, I won't take back that it's a miserable place.
As I'm walking, I suddenly stumble upon an enormous graveyard. It wasn't too much of a shock because I know that Falkreath was the location of many battles but I do notice a small funeral taking place. I know better than to interrupt on funerals, so I back off.
"The god Arkay was once like us, bound to winding mortality. But he willingly gave up this existence that we might better understand the vagaries of life and death. It is through the ebb and flow of this cosmic tide that we find renewal and, in the end, peace," I overhear the Altmer priest of Arkay say to the two grieving people. I wonder who they could be grieving. A parent? A friend? "May the spirit of Lavinia and all those who have left this world and its suffering know the beloved serenity of Aetherius...and may we one day rejoin them in eternity,"
The three of them go their separate ways and the man looks so crushed and brokenhearted that I feel my own heart sinking looking at his grieving face. I slowly approach him, wondering if I'm making the right decision.
"Is...is everything okay?" I ask hesitantly.
The man looks at me and tears pool in his eyes. "A sad time,"
"W-who died?" I ask cautiously. "Do you wish to talk about it?"
The man wipes the tears from his eyes. "Our daughter, our little girl...she hadn't seen her tenth winter,"
My heart sinks even more. The poor man. "How?"
"Sinding," the man says the name as if it's a curse. "Came through as a labourer, seemed like a decent man. He's stewing in the pit while we figure out what to do with him. He ripped her apart. Like a sabre cat tears a deer. We barely found enough of her to bury,"
"That's horrible," I gasp, covering my mouth in disgust.
"What could drive a man to do something like this?" the man's voice cracks.
"Don't worry. I'm here on Companion business," I realise I still have the writ of the Companions still about my person. "I can assist in dealing with this,"
A flicker of hope crosses the man's face. "Divines guide you, kind Companion,"
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Before I go to the Falkreath prisons, I corner a courier and ask him to deliver a letter to my mother, explaining that I'm okay and that I'm dealing with an important issue in Falkreath. That should (hopefully) stop her from worrying so much.
The guards let me through to Sindig's prison when I show them my writ from the Companions and I approach the man apprehensively, with my greatsword drawn. How am I even going to deal with this? What did I just get myself into?
"Come to gawk at the monster?" Sindig asks bitterly.
"I-I heard you attacked a little girl," I keep my greatsword drawn cautiously.
"Believe me, it wasn't anything I ever intended to do. I just...lost control," he hangs his head in shame. "I tried to tell them, but none of them believe me. It's all on account of his blasted ring,"
I look at his hands and notice a small silver ring glinting in the sunlight. All because of a ring? Sounds very likely.
"Yeah? A ring made you turn into a savage monster that kills little girls?" I scowl.
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A Series of Daedric Events (a Skyrim fanfiction)
FanfictionLucia Whitemane is a good girl. She trains hard, fights well and has a noble heart. She's a perfect candidate for the Companions and joining them and being just like her parents is all she's ever wanted. However, the rising threat of the Second Obli...
