Ice, Blood and Ash, a Skyrim adventure

The Light

He walks into her room, and closes the door abruptly behind him. He can't slam the doors here- at the Retching Netch he would just repair the door if he damaged them. Here, they were crafted of magicka, and he almost forgot that. He whirled around in the passion of his anger, looking for a seat to sit and fume, but there was none to be had. Raevyn then cut the silent tension- "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." That is when he stopped pacing the room. "Where am I to sit?" he says, still full of anger. He can't just let that slight go, he thinks to himself. The rage has his heart pumping, and he feels like he has a flame cloak around him, but with no magicka used. She pats the bed beside her, and says Much more comfortable when your nerves are tense." He reluctantly sits. The last thing he needs is Neloth flying into a rage, thinking he's trying to get fresh with his adopted daughter. Especially after the way he spoke to him just moments ago. He burned from inside with the heat of his anger, heating everything around him. He looks her in her face, and though she couldn't see his eyes, his eyes were smarting with tears because of the combination of pent up rage and the seriousness of his words. "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 in fear of her going the other way with this. She may think this is exactly what a traitor would say. She may think just like Neloth, being raised by him. He looks away, and continues, "You understand this, right?" She reaches out and lightly pats him on the shoulder, and he tenses from the touch, half expecting her to kill him in some manner, remove him before he could remove her. "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?" she asks disgustedly, and he's honestly surprised by it. Who she is, what she is, her family name, everything about her is a class of its own, every aspect worth respecting. She was a queen of her own right. But the touch was just a simple pat, conveying friendliness. He just nods, and says "Yes." "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." She gently pats his hand, and whispers kindly "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."