Robin Smith: a Skyrim Story

Unbound Part 4

Hadvar looked around. "Hey, looks like there's something in there!" he exclaimed as he ran up to one of the torture cages. Inside was a dead man wearing a hood and robe. There were little gold pieces lying beside him, as well as a book. It had the magic school's symbol of Destruction on it.

"Don't bother with that," the torturer sighed. "Lost the key ages ago...Poor fellow screamed for weeks." He smiled at the memory.

I shook my head in disgust and turned to Hadvar, who was holding out another lock pick.

"Here," he said. "See if you can get the door open. I was never one for deftness." I took the lock pick, all the while aware of the extra ones in my bag. Not a bad deal, not bad at all.

The torturer obviously wasn't pleased with this, for he said with obvious annoyance, "Sure. Take all my things. Please."

I ignored him, went over to the cage, and stuck the pick in the lock. After a few moments of jiggling and clicking, the door swung open with a creak. I was born with a gift, and that gift happened to be a talent in thieving.

And then, I did exactly what the torturer told him to do: I took everything in there.
I even went so far as to loot the room behind me before joining Hadvar and the torturer's assistant, who wisely didn't want to risk the danger of a dragon and decided to come along. We went off down the only hallway in sight.

"There's no way out that way, you know," the torturer said. As before, he was ignored.
We took a left and descended a staircase, coming out to another room that consisted of cages and skeletons. Delightful.

The torturer's assistant ran ahead of us. Apparently, the dragon's romping opened a hole in the wall, leading to a conveniently placed tunnel.

"Just our luck!" Hadvar chimed happily as he came up beside the assistant.

All three of us went in. After some twists and turns, we came upon a large, open room. The sounds of boots padding on the cobblestone and panicked mutters told us that we weren't alone anymore. We drew our weapons.