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Wanted (Epilogue)4E 173, 4th Morning Star
We have returned, and a most interesting journey it has been. Braedal is with us here for a few days, but he wishes to return to Skyrim to become a bard. Jashri does not seem entirely pleased by this. He has always been good at making friends, but Braedal is his closest. A most interesting elf. I am not yet sure what to make of him.
Moshil has proven her worth while we were away. The shop is still ours and she even managed to make a little bit of a profit. It appears my idea was successful, and we will be taking her on as our first employee. Several letters regarding the shop have been left for me, I will have them read within the week. Many other letters were received while we were away. I hope none of them are important.
I have asked the city not to send guards to watch the store anymore. Moshil costs less, is more effective, and is much more pleasant to work with. I am lucky to have a friend like her. She understands the need to save up for Jashri to be a
Wanted (Part 14)The late afternoon sun slipped behind the mountains behind Solitude, only the orange glow of its setting lighting the landscape. The courtyard before the Bards College was in the process of being lit by a similar glow as colorfully dressed bards swooped about lighting scores of lamps and torches that clung to stony walls. It was much more festive than the previous day; the hard work of the college's many students had decorated the space with bright streamers, plants, and lanterns. A dozen cobbled-together stalls clustered along the wall of a building opposite the college, their occupants preparing pastries and special drinks and highly anticipating nightfall, when the party was expected to be in full swing. Plain wooden tables had been set out, several of them built from scratch the day before, for the pleasure of those who wished to eat and drink. Clumps of performers rehearsed, tuned instruments in general merriment. The atmosphere was infectious.
Braedal, already quite excited at th
Wanted (Part 13)North and west, to the furthest corner of the province. The soft swishing shores and rich wet fishy scents of Riften dwindled. The steam of sulfuric springs spread out along the path, tan and speckled with the stars of glowing insects after dark. Trees loomed black and thickened the air with spicy sap, snow fell and seared lungs in its icy frigidity, coated horse and khajiit with frost that gathered heavy in their fur. Plains iced over, dulled in the grip of the season and smelling of dormant promise. Wolves dogged the horse at a distance, howling shrilly, attracted by its scent but easily distracted when the clop of hooves startled deer noisily out of hiding. The territory slowly became less familiar as Ri'kel ventured onto new trails. Ears guided him along the path, but journeys off of it grew increasingly frequent, and the frost-hardened earth gradually began to sound less and less solid. Insects whirred. Moisture sharpened scents of rot, of plants, intensified the occasional bite o
Wanted (Part 12)The going grew easier as the duo of travelers headed west, the snow coating the trail growing lighter and less of a hindrance. In the marshes of Morthal, mudcrabs abounded, and despite the cold of winter even the occasional deer bounded by. Both khajiit and bosmer had eaten plenty of crab, but not until the marshes did Jashri appreciate the resilience of the common creatures. As a hobbyist fisherman, he had always gone after more exciting game; the salmon, the spadetail, the slaugherfish, never anything so dull and common as the lowly mudcrab. Hunting them showed how extraordinary the plentiful crustaceans could be. The hard carapace repelled most dagger strikes to the backs of the creatures, and the claws could deliver a nasty pinch, as Jashri discovered when his tail drew a bit too close to what he had passed off as a mere rock. Braedal already knew how to do in the initially impenetrable creatures. Their heavy protective shells were also their downfall, and a single swipe to a flims
Wanted (Part 11)Ri'kel blinked rapidly as his weak eyes adjusted to the wan light within the temple. The thick wooden door behind him shut out the clamor and raucousness of the market, cutting off both light and sound. A multitude of candles warmed the air and lit the room in flickering, wavering patterns of light and shadow, perfuming the temple with a waxy scent that mingled with the light, dry sweetness of tiny Skyrim flowers. A soft hint of warm dustiness – books – nearly succumbed to the strong flavor of food being cooked in another room, a spoon clinking on the rim of a pot.
“Welcome, child.” The priest's soft-shod footsteps padded toward Ri'kel. He seemed to simply appear from the thick, warm air, his muted red-and-gold robes blended so well with the dim shadow and gentle candlelight that Ri'kel did not see him until he was nearly an arm's length away. Ri'kel gave a kindly nod before stepping quietly forward between the pews, moving to get a close enough look at the idol
Wanted (Part 10)Dawnstar marched by and Jashri and Braedal returned to the roads, coated thickly with frost due to the season. As tree cover returned and more shrubs tangled beside the path, the travelers were glad they had done so. It was much easier to walk on such a clear trail. Unfortunately, the well-traveledness of the path and the winter chill kept wary wildlife far away within the more southerly plains or westerly marshes – relatively warmer climes – leaving the alpine area a snow-dusted wasteland.
Braedal's expression was strangely dissatisfied, a mood that Jashri currently couldn't identify with. Cold as it was, the air was fresh and clear, responsibility and fear had largely lifted from the khajiit's shoulders, and ahead, behind, all around was freedom. A knife twirled between the elf's fretful fingers until he tucked it back away, only to absently draw out another moments later and fidget anew. “Problem, Braedal?”
“Just a little disappointed, is all. I was loo
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