Ice, Blood and Ash, a Skyrim adventure

A Serious Conversation

I close the door slowly behind me, and lean against it for a moment. There is too much going on surrounding me for me to focus. I walk across the room and sit at the foot of my bed, massaging my temples while I think. What do I do first? If he is a Dragonborn, using the Voice, then i will need to focus more on that, to be able to combat him. The Greybeards know about that more so than Neloth, despite his age and abilities. So I need to head back to Skyrim. That's all I can do for now. I hate to seem like I am turning my back on my people, the people of Morrowind, and later, Solstheim. But she would be no good to them dead. So her decision is made. Almost as if on cue, Teldryn rushes in the door and closes it abruptly behind him. I can't say that he slammed it, but he closed it pretty loudly. He swirls around the room, looking for a chair, and there is none. "Never did like to sit in a stiff chair when trying to relax. This was the only place to get away from Neloth, and you clearly see what a bother he is." He stops, still seething, and asks curtly, "Where am I to sit?" I pat the bed beside me, and explain, "Much more comfortable when your nerves are tense." He sits, practically radiating the heat of his anger, and looks to me. "You know I....that because I am a sellsword, a mercenary, that despite what others may pay me, well...try to pay me...I won't betray you, right? You know that I....despite being a mercenary...would never harm you if someone tries to pay me...ever. You have paid for my services out of trust for me, and I trust that you will understand that I am undyingly loyal to you, no matter what another tries. I will slay the fool that thinks that I would accept money for your blood to be spilled." He stiffens, and looks away. "You understand this, right?" I pat him on the shoulder, and tell him "Is that what Neloth told you? That because you're a hireling that you're easily swayed to betray me? By sight of a few septims?" He nods curtly. "Yes." he says simply. "Well, just because I was raised by Neloth doesn't mean I share his viewpoints. Sometimes, his opinions, like this one, would be better shoved up the backside of a skeever. I don't feel that a man or mer should be judged simply by his class in life, or his role in his community, but by his actions made. And you have made no action to make me think you would betray my trust." I pat his hand, and whisper "Don't take his words to heart. I am not him- and I don't take his advice, either. Prove your worth, and prove me right."