Skyrim: Journey of the Forgotten

Chapter 2: Riverwood

So, here's the next chapter of my Skyrim fic. It will involve the various quests around Riverwood, and might involve the journey to Whiterun.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim, Bethesda does.

Chapter 2: Riverwood

A day later, Jaköbé was on his feet. He was tired of being cooped up. He simply got up before Gerdur could say anything, strapped on his armour (which he had recovered in a chest in Helgen, along with his sword, shield, dagger, and bow), and left the house. His shoulder ached, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle; in his thousands of years of life, Jaköbé had been injured enough times to reduce a normal man into dust. 

However, while his shoulder wasn't causing him much trouble, his left leg was the complete opposite: he limped and hobbled everywhere. Gerdur and Hod had been kind enough to bind the wound, but it would be a while before it fully healed, if ever. Jaköbé soon noticed a Nord and a Bosmeri having an argument. Judging by the lute on his back, the Nord was a bard. They seemed to be arguing about a woman named Camilla.

"Camilla is mine, Wood Elf! Leave her alone!" The bard shouted. The Bosmer scoffed haughtily at the bard.

"You idiot. Do you think she'll fall for your honeyed words?!" The Wood Elfretorted. The bard cried out in frustration and walked away. Jaköbé decided to intervene.

"Greetings, friend! Having trouble with that bard?" Jaköbé asked in good humor. He limped over to the Wood Elf.

"Likewise, and yes, I'm having trouble with Sven there. The idiot..." The Wood Elf growled, "oh, where are my manners? I'm Faendal. I work at the mill."

"I'm Jaköbé, I'm new to these parts." Jaköbé said. While he had been to Skyrim before, he had never been to Riverwood.

"A traveler, huh? Would you mind helping me?" asked Faendal.

"I've never been one for bards, so why not? What do you need me to do?" HE asked.

"Give this letter to Camilla, and say it's from Sven."

"Will do!" Jaköbé said eagerly.

...

When Faendal gave him the note, he directed Jaköbé towards the Riverwood Trader, which was run by Lucan Vallerius, Camilla's older brother. Jaköbé simply walked into the building, and found Camilla and Lucan having a heated argument.

"I'm not letting you go after the claw! It's too dangerous!" yelled Lucan angrily.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Lucan! I'll be perfectly fine!" retorted a fuming Camilla, "Besides, it's not my fault it got stolen!"

She stormed off, and Lucan looked over at the door. His eyes widened.

"A customer? At this time?" he questioned.

"No, I'm here to see Camilla. Got a letter from Sven for her." said Jaköbé.

"Another letter from that lovestruck bard? Typical..." groaned the shopkeeper, "She's just upstairs."

"Thank you." said Jaköbé with a short bow. He walked up the stairs, and found Camilla sitting on a chair, reading. She looked up, and gave him a strange look.

"Who are you?" she asked suspiciously.

"Im Jaköbé, and I'm here to deliver a letter from Sven."

"More poetry? Oh, that bard will never stop, will he?"

"I'm just the messenger. I shall take my leave." said Jaköbé,  beginning to become uncomfortable with the atmosphere. Once he was downstairs, he went up to Lucan.