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Of Two Heroes	By : Haunter_Rayne Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Elder Scrolls or any of its settings, items or content. This is a parody fanfiction for entertain purposes, not for profit.

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**Author's Note** Now that the Argonian's personal desires have been satisfied it is time for him to catch up to Cicero at the Falkreath Sanctuary. He makes quite a speedy job of it too. Meanwhile, Vaylen is off on her own and finds her own adventure in Whiterun.

Of Two Heroes
Chapter 3 - Meeting Brothers and Seeking Sisters

- In the Pine Forest Southwest of Falkreath -

"...What? Mother? Is that your voice I hear? Hmm... No, no... Just my head playing tricks... Foolish Cicero..." The jester said to himself disappointedly. He trudged through the snow guiding his cart horse behind him. But then he jumped as he was started from a voice speaking from atop the cart.

“No Cicero, it is just me. And if you ever call me mother again I'll wear your intestines as a belt loop for my robe.” A sinister voice hissed out.

“Aaahh! Oh, Listener! It's you!” He gasped as he looked up seeing a dark robed figure sitting on the wagon. “You gave me such a freight. And… did you just tell a joke? OH, oh, hehe! Silly, clever, playful Listener. You know that you don't make noise when you walk. Cicero knows! Cicero has listened! Through snow or gravel or broken bones the Listener's footsteps are as quiet as… the Night Mother.” The jester said giving a lament once more.

“Oh be silent you buffoon. You know there can only ever be one Listener and that position shall never change as I will never die.” The rider said from a top the carriage, meanwhile Shadowmere was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

As they continued along, the demented clown made conversation being physically unable to hold the silence. “So dear Listener, I suppose since you are here that you already purchased reparations for the Dawnstar Sanctuary?”

The Argonian grinned from behind his demonic looking iron mask. “Indeed I have. It took me less than an hour after leaving you to surmise that the Thieves Guild is based out of Riften. Just this morning I was there speaking to the Guild Master and one of his subordinates already had all of the connections we needed.”

Cicero nodded, mumbling along until realization struck him. “Ah yes, Riften-wait! What?! Riften?! But, but, but that is on the other side of Skyrim! You traveled from Dawnstar to Riften, negotiated our deal, and made it all the way back here to me already?! Before poor Cicero has even located the next sanctuary?! Oh my. I knew that you were speedy but I didn't think that you were THAT fast on your feet, my Listener.”

But now the rider sounded as if he were scowling from behind his mask. “Actually, I am faster than you know. I even took time to sait my flesh with a particular pair of lovers that I found in their guild hall.” He said lewdly and without hesitation. “It is you Cicero who has not traveled as far as I would have expected.”

Now the Dark Brotherhood Keeper mumbled nervously. “Oh well… There were, delay. Ah, heh…” But luckily for him he was quickly cut off.

“No matter. Look, there is the unfrozen pond. That means the Black Door is near.” He said, commenting to a pool of water that was left clear and pristine by the dark powers of their patron deity. “By the will of Sithis, come my steed.” The rider announced as he stretched his hand toward the black pool. Suddenly light shined from a otherworldly source and Shadowmere rose from it's depths. Hopping down from the wagon, the rider stepped up to his horse and once again stroked the bridge of Shadowmere’s nose with affection. “Hello my boy. I apologize for asking these menial tasks of my glorious steed but please watch over our belongings while I am inside.” The rider turned his face and barked out, “Cicero, get the door!” Suddenly the fool scrambled down the small hill to the skull engraved barrier while his master remained stroking his horse along its side now.

“What is the music of life?” A shadowy voice called from beyond the ether.

The jester hesitated as he stared at the entryway. “Ooh, Cicero has never liked this answer. He would much prefer to celebrate with song and dance and… OH!” He gasped as an arrow slid along his cheek from behind before pinning itself into the stone of the wall beside the door. Turning he saw the Listener staring at him with a second arrow already drawn. “Silence! Silence, my brother.” Cicero shouted turning back towards the door. There seemed to be an ethereal hiss but after a lengthy delay the door could be heard to unlock, but without the usual welcoming.

The rider lowered his weapon before stepping down the pathway. “It is not your place to question the seals of our Dread Father.” He said sternly before stepping inside.

Following behind, Cicero held his bleeding cheek with a lowered head saying, “Y-yes, Listener.”

Once inside the Listener paused at the top of a torch lit stairwell. While glancing around, the life forces within were revealed to him. “Hmm, a single soul up ahead. Six beyond, all grouped together, maybe in meeting? One final soul further in.” He muttered. “You will wait here. Remain silent.” He commanded to his Silencer before beginning his descent.

In the room directly below the stairwell a blonde nord looked over her map of Skyrim. “Hmm rumors of a Black Sacrament in Winterhold, huh? Long trip to make it there.” Being as skilled as she was it did not take her long to notice a looming darkness in her archway. “Who the hell is there?!” She shouted pulling out a menacing looking dagger and aiming it threateningly to the stranger.
The rider did not hesitate from this, instead speaking warmly to the woman before him. “Ah, a Blade of Woe. How fitting to see that the old traditions are still respected in this northern country.” He hissed out through smirking Argonian lips.

The woman’s eyes widened as she saw the stranger reach into his cloak and pull out his own Blade of Woe. It was different in style than her own but still unmistakable. “Another Dark Brotherhood member?” She said in surprise, sheathing her blade.

“Close. Try again, dear sister.” He said, stepping closer into the light.

Now with his robes illuminated in her view she gasped saying, “The Black Hand?! Here in Skyrim? But, I thought that the other Sanctuaries had fallen.”

The rider gave a detested sound, like a whip lashing back at her statement. “What filthy lies that float around this frozen wasteland. Yes the Brotherhood has suffered recently but the Cheydinhal Sanctuary stands as it always has! The Black Hand has never truly fallen, nor will it ever.”

There was an awkward silence between them before the woman softened her disposition and spoke cordially. “Forgive me, I was just surprised. I did not hear you come in and your visit was not expected. My name is Astrid. I am the Guild Master and Keeper to the only Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary in Skyrim.”

The robed figure nodded and reached to raise his hood. With his left arm clad in black and his right arm clad in gold he lowered his hood revealing a crown of Argonian horns. Then pulling the menacing iron mask away from his face Astrid saw the most monstrous looking reptile she had ever seen. His scales were a mix of black and red. His horns grew from his head by the dozen and his jaw was shaped like a spade, adorned with hyper extended fangs. Astrid could see the signs of his vampiricy but had never seen one like this Argonian before. He was old and certainly not native to Skyrim. “My name is Rayne. I have come to extend the support of the Black Hand to Skyrim.”

Astrid bowed her head saying, “Your presence and support are of course welcome.” She did a good job at hiding her sarcasm but not good enough for the master of Speechcraft that was before her.

He sneered and added, “Furthermore I shall have you know that the Dark Brotherhood is expanding its reach once more. Lucina, the half vampire Speaker and my daughter with my late wife Speaker Arquen, keeps the Cheydinhal Sanctuary of Cyrodiil in my stead. Meanwhile her twin brother Speaker Chansel has successfully revived a fallen Sanctuary in Morrowind. So along with myself and two other members, the Black Hand is alive and well. As for my personal motivations for coming to Skyrim, those reasonings are my own.”

Astrid grit her teeth as he was really laying his position over her on thick. “Of course. A mere Keeper would not question the motivations of the Black Hand.”

Adopting a more pleasant tone Rayne raised one of his hands but Astrid didn't miss how his claws extended through openings in his gloves. “Come now, there is no need for all this. Let us get along and rejoice in the Brotherhood’s expansion.” He offered a hand which Astrid nervously shook and sighed with relief when she was released. “I do not wish for a large commotion. May I have your blessing to tour your sanctuary for myself?” He asked politely.

“Of course you may. It would be an honor to have our home surveyed by an official member of the Black Hand.” She said, despite feeling that she had no real choice in the matter. “One question though, if I may?” She asked. Rayne turned towards her but remained silent. “Uh, yes, well… I had received word that the Night Mother herself was being brought here to Skyrim. Is that also a part of why you are here?”

“Yes it is. My Silencer awaits my word to bring her in. I had hoped to observe your sanctuary as is before causing too much of a fuss with our presence.”

“Ah, I see.” Astrid followed quietly as the Argonian made his way down into the Sanctuary. He had pulled his hood up again but left his face exposed as he joined the others. Once downstairs he entered a large cavern. It was scarcely decorated but seemed to have a functional forge. From where he stood he noticed a pathway off in the back as well as a stairway to the right but he decided to remain in the cave section for now as this was where the other members seemed to be congregated. The six members in this area seemed to consist of a male Argonian, a female Dunmer, a male Redguard, an elder Imperial man, a young Breton child, and a large male Nord. Rayne was quick to notice the reflective vampire eyes of the little Breton girl and heavy stench of dog from the Nord signifying him to be a werewolf.

None of them seemed to take particular interest in Rayne as he stepped down with Astrid following behind. This suited him just fine as he casually made his way, observing the sanctuary and the conversation the Brotherhood members were having. Several were laughing at something the vampire had said before he entered but it was the Argonian who spoke up next. “"Ha ha ha ha! Again! Again! Do the part where he tries to buy you some candy."

The child smiled darkly and when she spoke it was with the experience of years beyond her looks. "Okay, okay. Wait. Here we go. ‘Ooh, you are such a pretty little girl. Would the sweetie like a sweetie? Oh yes, how about some chocolate?’ Oh yes, please, kind sir. My mama and papa left me all alone, and I'm so very hungry. I know a shortcut to the candy shop. Through this alley. ‘Oh ya, very good. Very good. My it is dark down here. Oh, but you are so beautiful. Such a lovely smile. Your teeth... your teeth! No! Aggghh!!’"

She was met with roaring applause from the others before the Dunmer responded, "Oh Babette, but you are so wicked."

Then the Redguard turned with authority to the elder man. "What about you, Festus? How did that last contract turn out?"

"Oh, yes, please, old man. Regale us with your tales of wizardry..." The Nord chimed in sarcastically.

"Ah, the young and stupid. Always mocking the experienced and brilliant. My contract went very well, I'll have you know. Tried a new spell. Little something I've been working on in my spare time. Came ‘this’ close to turning that priest inside out. Damned messy.” As he spoke Rayne could not help but notice how he sounded like the wizards back in Cyrodiil where he had spent many years as the Archmage.

However this time the Dunmer girl seemed quick to defend the Imperial mage against the werewolf’s sarcasm. "And what of your latest, Arnbjorn. Something about a Khajiit? Merchant was it?"

Before he could even respond the childlike vampire spoke up. "Oh, a big doggy chasing a little kitty! How adorable!"

Each of the others gave a hearty laugh but the Nord seemed less than amused. "I am not adorable, it was not funny, and he wasn't a merchant. He was a Khajiit monk, a master of the Whispering Fang style. But now he's dead... and I have a new loincloth."

After this Rayne left them to their banter. Venturing passed them Rayne noticed a large stone tablet with old markings carved into the wall. He had intended to explore through the back passage but something called him to inspect the tablet further. As he stepped forward the most unexpected occurrence happened. It was as if the words engraved were jumping out at him. It seemed to be a tome of some kind, relating to a ‘Word of Power’ or a Thu’um as the text described. Rayne could not discern the origin of the text nor did he know how he could read the unfamiliar markings. But he did notice the dragon effigy at the head of the tablet.

He recalled to his early days back in Morrowind, the sole time he had ever encountered a dragon in his life. After slaying the beast something happened with parts of the creature seeming to disintegrate into him leaving only the skeleton behind. To this day he had never understood what had happened but now he thought that might explain for why he could read this text now. But as he finished reading the passage, a word was brought to his mind that felt exactly like when he had taken that dragon into himself. “Kill…” He whispered as something inside of him awakened with greater meaning.

“So you can read that? I'm impressed stranger.” He heard a voice call to him from behind. There the child who had been called Babette stood staring at him. “I have tried for a part of my unlife to master reading dragon tongue but it is quite a difficult thing to understand.”

“I don't know why I can read it, I have never seen dragon language before. But in my own unlife I have been a devote servant of Hermaeus Mora. So who knows where some of my powers come from.”

The child’s eyebrows raised. “A servant of Mora? Really?” She mused with curiosity.

“Indeed. Would you care to hear what this actually says?” He asked. Babette smiled and nodded as she stepped closer. Rayne raised his hand while following along with the lettering. “Noble Nords remember these words of the hoar father: To kill in glorious war is to honor oneself, to die in glorious war is to honor all of Skyrim.” After this he raised his fingers to the center of the passage. “But this word here… KRII!” Suddenly the Argonian’s voice shouted in the form of a blast that struck hard against the stone. Both Babette and Rayne jumped backed equally startled as a large marking was magically branded over the front of the tome. It burned with a fiery glow but then seemed to fade away after a moment. “That has never happened before.” Rayne stated in surprise.

“Might I suggest refraining from speaking that particular word while you are facing anything that is living… or unliving?” She said to him nervously. After a moment's silence she began to laugh though. “We certainly don't get many visitors down here, especially ones as interesting as you. From one vampire to another, please allow me to show you around.” She said gesturing towards the rest of the sanctuary.

Rayne smiled at her and nodded graciously. “It's nice to meet you too Babette.”

“You're going to love it here. We have a lot of fun, we look out for each other. Just like a real family.” She told him as they passed a small set of stairs to a raised seating area.

“I have a question for you, vampire to vampire if you wouldn't mind. I haven't a lot of experience in communicating socially with our kind.” Seeing no objections from him she continued. “This might be rude but, how old are you?”

Rayne sneered saying, “Please, ask me what you will. We are beyond mortal insecurities, are we not?” He waited for her to acknowledge him and then answered, “To present date I am 236 years old. My birthday was just last week I'll have you know.”

“Wow, so you are still younger than I am. And yet… I feel as if you have experienced more already than I ever shall in centuries.”

Now that they were deeper in the Sanctuary Rayne noticed that he was hearing a scuffling sound. Remembering that there had been another lifeform he had detected further in, he looked down into a pit that was nearby. He half expected to see a zombie or a thrall of some sort but was surprised to see a giant spider that seems to have been tamed as a pet. “Uh…” Rayne began, not entirely sure how to ask about the critter.

“Oh yes.” Babette said, following his eye trail. “That's Lis. It brings me some comfort knowing that I am not the only blood sucker in this sanctuary. As I said, I do not get to converse with our kind often. But maybe you should go introduce yourself to the other members here.” She suggested and then simply turned to stare at the creature as it crawled about its hole.

Standing and looking about Rayne wondered where the other Argonian had gotten to. But he saw that the Imperial was the closest one near. “Yes, yes. You're the new family member.” He said suddenly as their eyes made contact. “Let's make this easy - consider me the cranky old uncle that nobody talks to. You go your way and I'll go mine.”

That was about all the obvious Destruction Mage had to say to him before stepping on his way over to an Enchanting table. “What is it with the mages in this Brotherhood? Two hundred years and it's still the same.” He chuckled to himself, remembering a Khajiit from long ago.

Stepping further back the way he came he finally spotted that the other Argonian hadn't moved at all. Sitting down cross legged in the cave room Veezara greeted Rayne with a surprisingly cheerful disposition. “Welcome, dear brother. Welcome to the sanctuary. You made the right choice, joining us, I assure you.” He stated, clearly mistaking Rayne for a new initiate as the others had so far as well. “You just trust in Astrid, follow her orders, and you'll do fine here.” He said supportively.

However this seemed to strike a chord with Rayne as he looked to his scale brother curiously. “You mean, that is the only rule here? To follow the leaders orders?”

“Astrid is a fine leader to this sanctuary. She has guided us all and you would be wise to follow her instruction.” He said without any hesitation. Once, I was a Shadowscale. An assassin in the service of the King of Black Marsh. Trained by the Dark Brotherhood since the day of my hatching. Ah, but that was a lifetime ago. Today, I am the last of my kind: My order is extinct. Now, I happily serve Astrid, and this sanctuary. I am a trained killer, and once again have been given purpose. Life is good.”

Rayne nodded and stepped away from Veezara. But he was now left with more questions than answers. “What has happened outside of Cyrodiil?! What does he mean his order is extinct? Does this Shadowscale not serve the Night Mother and the Tenets? Or does he only serve that woman?” He thought to himself as his eyes glanced back to Astrid who was standing in the doorway watching him.

“Look at you, asking all your questions.” Came a gruff voice from the forge nearby. Stepping over Rayne quickly got the sense that insults were this werewolves bread and butter. “Well, well. It's the raw meat. My wife has told me all about you. Walking in here, talking as if you own the place by right. I'll give you a week before you end up dead in a ditch.”

Despite the standoffish introduction that several members had given him now, Rayne was not put off. “Charming. Despite that, I have never seen a sanctuary with its own forge before.” He stated, being able to tell from the smell alone that this was clearly Arnbjorn’s area.

He seemed less than pleased though. “Look, if you're trying to get to know me - dont. I don't like you, and I never will. It's nothing personal. But… My wife trusts you, and I trust her judgement. So you can't be all bad. Here's all you need to know; I'm a werewolf. I love Astrid. I hate annoying people. And the color blue gives me a headache.”

“I will keep those things in mind.” Rayne said before departing to have a closer look around the sanctuary itself now. There were a few tapestries hanging about with the symbol for the Black Hand. But other than that there was nothing on the walls at all. Returning to the sitting area upstairs he found small bookshelves but it only held knickknacks and miscellaneous items. No texts on the Night Mother or Sithis. No books on the Five Tenets or the exploits of the brotherhood. “Something is wrong in this sanctuary.” He thought to himself, proceeding through a doorway into a new area.

It led down into a dining hall with a fireplace and several cupboards for food and dishware. Here the Redguard sat at the table staring up at him. Before conversing Rayne finished looking around, seeing another walkway leading up higher and then two throne looking seats in the corner. However that is when Rayne saw something that made his dead blood burn like fire. On the wall beside a throne was a plaque which held five markings on them. However beside each marking any text that had once been there was eroded away by neglect and abuse. “Sacrilege…” The Argonian's lips whispered. “They have… forsaken the Tenets.”

“So you're the newest member of our dwindling, dysfunctional, family.” The Redguard called from behind. Rayne actively struggled to suppress his immediate rage. The man was now giving him his own bland repetition of not wanting to get attached to a lowly murder who will get himself killed soon. But Rayne wasn't listening.

“Excuse me…” He said before turning his back, much to the dismay of the Redguard.

- Halfway Back Across Skyrim, Outside Whiterun -

“Whoa, easy there girl.” Valyne said soothingly as she dismounted from her horse. “Thank you for the ride, you got me here so fast. There's a good girl.” She called out, scratching her horse's mane as the steed neighed appreciatively.

After walking up the path to enter the city, Valyne was surprised to see two men accosting one of the guardsmen. “Look, you've already been told you're not allowed here. Turn around and go back the way you came." The guard said to their disgruntled faces.

She noticed by their dark skin that the strangers were both Redguard but they were dressed in robes like she had never seen before. “We're causing no trouble. All we ask is to look for her.”

The guard seemed like he was blatantly refusing to hear them out. "I don't care what you're doing, after what happened you're lucky I don't toss you in jail. Now get lost."

"We will be back. This is not over." The two Redguards turned away but then looked right in your direction. "You there. We are looking for someone in Whiterun, and will pay good money for information."

Instantly Valyne felt very put off by the individuals who had approached her. “Uhh… okaaay… Well, who are you looking for?” She said awkwardly.

"A woman -- a foreigner in these lands. Redguard, like us. She is likely not using her true name. We will pay for any information regarding her location. We are not welcome here in Whiterun, so we will be in Rorikstead if you learn anything."

Now she was feeling her level of annoyance rising from their blunt and undescriptive responses. “Why are you looking for this person? Did they do something wrong? Do they owe you money?”

The foreign warriors was quick to interrupt her giving no concern for Valyne's inquiries. "It's none of your concern. All you need to know is that we're paying for information. If that doesn't interest you, feel free to walk away."

As the warriors turned to leave Valyne stomped her foot. “Hey! You want help finding someone but you won't tell me who they are, what you want them for or what they may have done? No?! That us not how you ask someone for help!” She yelled in frustration.

- A Few Minutes Later At the Bannered Mare -
Storming into the tavern a very infuriated Valyne stomped right over to a barstool and then dropped her head on the counter. “Please someone give me a drink!” She groaned but at least tried to not come across as inhospitable as the warriors had been at the gate.

Soon after a large tankard of mead was placed on the bar before her. “You doing alright there? Wanna tell Saadia all about it?” A feminine voice asked.

She didn't waste any time in drinking her anger away. But as soon as the sweetened alcohol hit her throat she began to relax a bit. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just ran into a pair of guys that were incredibly rude at the gates of town.Did you know there are some Alik’r Warriors looking for a Redguard woman?” She asked before looking up at the dark skinned barmaid who had brought her drink.

But then the dark elf was surprised when the woman seemed to begin panicking. “Are you sure? Oh no! They found me? I need your help! Please, come with me. I need to speak to you privately.”

“Wh- wha, hey, wait!” Valyne asked, having no idea what the barmaid was going on about. Stopping to take another big gulp of her drink she then followed the Redguard woman into a private room passed the kitchen. All of a sudden though Saadia pulled out a knife on you as soon as Valyne had closed the door behind her.

“So, are you working with them? You think you can take me? You so much as touch me, and you're going to lose fingers. I mean it! I'll… I'll cut you in half!” She yelled giving a mock swing of her small blade. “So the Alik’r know where I am? What did they offer you? Gold? How many more of them are coming? Tell me!”

Valyne just stared at the frail looking woman as if she were a harmless kitten trying to look threatening. “Aww sweetie, put that down before you get hurt.” She said with an overwhelming amount of confidence.

Saadia sheathed her dagger. “I'm sorry, just… Just don't hurt me. I know you're not one of them, but you just can't help them. You can't let them know I'm here. The men looking for me, the Alik'r, they are assassins in the employ of the Aldermeri Dominion. They want to exchange my blood for gold.”

“Um, Whyyyyy?” She asked dumbfounded “Why is your blood worth gold?”

“They're mercenaries only in it for the money.”

“Wait but… That doesn't tell me anything! That doesn't let me know why they would want your blood instead of someone else's blood for gold. Or why you would already expect that it is you specifically they are looking for!” Valyne was now yelling and Saadia almost threw herself forward trying to shush her from speaking so loudly.

“Okay! Please! Don't say things like that so loud!” Looking irritated herself now Saadia took a deep sigh and said, “Listen, I do need help and I understand that you don't know me. But I also don't know you that well and I have parts of my past that I would rather not go around telling to strangers. But I assure you that I DO need help!”

Valyne still sounded irritated but after considering Saadia’s words for a moment she shouted, “I can totally respect that!” Then after slightly laughing her frustration off she spoke in a quieter tone. “What do you want me to do?”

Feeling relieved that the very loud Dunmer had finally quieted down she said, “They are led by a man named Kematu. Get rid of him, and the rest will scatter.”

“Alright, well I don't really understand the logic of that but… Do you have any suggestions as to how to find them?”

“I heard one of them was just arrested trying to sneak into the city. If he's locked up in jail, perhaps you can get it out of him.”

Saadia had looked relieved feeling like there would finally be some hope of escaping her plight. But she had not expected the dark elf girl agreeing to help her to suddenly start screaming again. “Wait?! NO! NO NO NO NO N’MPHFT!” Valyne gave a muffled gasp as Saadia suddenly covered her mouth. Pulling back she then shouted, “You knew! Why did you act like you were surprised that they had found you if you already knew that one of them had been arrested in the city?!”

Now Saadia hissed angrily out through her teeth. “Because I didn't know it was one of them for certain! All I knew was that it was a Redguard. A single Redguard who had an altercation with the guards. But I didn't know for certain that it was the Alik’r until you just confirmed it for me!”

**Authors Ending Note** So one personal note is a few NPC'S of my own creation that will not actually be appearing in this story. After the Dark Brotherhood storyline in Oblivion the Cheydinhal Sanctuary is kept by the Speaker Arquen. She is also the only other member of the Black Hand to survive the conflicts. I have it written that following those events I at one point had relations with her and she gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy. And yes, Lucina and Chansel were named in honor of Lucien Lachance who served Sithis faithfully until his dying breath. After two hundred years Arquen would have grown old and died while my half vampire children live on with their father and follow Sithis as they were raised to.

Also to clear up the timeframe a bit, yes the Listener ran by foot from Riften to Falkreath faster than Valyne was able to ride on horseback to only Whiterun with at least an hour head start. One of the advantages of Morrowind is they used to delve into speed magic. This is a talent which my Argonian has maintained while also being a master of athletics and acrobatics.

Now as for Valyne, this is certainly a quest that is going to drive her crazy. She doesn't do well with infuriating people that don't give her all of the information. She is used to being the infuriating one. This whole quest is full of missing information and loose holes. Also my wife caught a plot hole in the quest that Saadia already knew one of then had been arrested. So I had to write something in to cover that.
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