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The Line Begins to Blur	By : VirusVescichetta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 61884 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"This is a horrible idea," Lydia muttered quietly from her spot beside me.
"No, attacking it up close with my sword would be a horrible idea. I'm shooting it with an arrow or two. This is merely a bad idea," I chuckled as I tested the draw of my bow.
The last few days in Whiterun had been boring, to say the least. Most of my time was spent either working on new equipment or looking for work. I finally found a job with a young woman named Ysolda. I had barely caught any specifics besides the fact that she needed a mammoth tusk. I hadn't the slightest idea how to acquire one but I was desperate for work and I learned very quickly that I'm willing to do immensely stupid things for a pretty face.
"Do you even know how to use that thing?" my housecarl gestured to the bow in my hands.
"Of course. I've had to hunt for food during my travels since leaving Black Marsh. Besides, Aela gave me a few good pointers. We'll be fine," I waved her off and notched an arrow.
We were at the top of a small hill barely northwest of Whiterun overlooking what amounted to a small camp populated by a pair of giants and three mammoths. I didn't know exactly how effective my untested bow would be against something like a giant but I figured that if Aela had ventured taking one on with a bow then it had to at least be possible. I also made sure not to think too much on how accurate Lydia was at declaring this a horrible idea. I had a job to do and I was determined to see it through.
A sharp whistle tore through the air as I let my arrow fly. It soared in a long arc across the open span of plain and found its mark in my target's shoulder with a "thock" sound. "Holy shit. I actually hit it," I laughed.
"Unfortunately, my Thane, it doesn't seem to have done much," I heard Lydia tense up beside me.
I looked back at my quarry to see it staring right at us. "What are you talking about? It clearly pissed that thing off a lot," I had to laugh at my own foolishness. "And it sees us. So what do you say we, uh...run?"
Personally, I was amazed at how quickly we could run across the rolling terrain in our respective armour. My leather armour, now fitted with chain mail and rivets and given a refreshed under layer of wool and fur, was significantly heavier than it had been before Adrianne had worked on it, and Lydia was wearing nearly full steel plate mail. We were both lacking helmets, which at the time was probably a good thing. "Piece of shit! I am never using a bow again!" I shouted as I tossed aside the offending wood and string and unlatched the quiver hanging on my back. "Hey, look! It's a cave, or a mine, or something!"
"It's a bandit camp!" Lydia shouted back.
"Good! Bandits are easier to deal with than giants."
I chanced a look over my shoulder and paled at how quickly the pair of giants had caught up with us. They were, at most, fifteen or twenty paces behind, and considering how much long their strides were than ours that wasn't very much room to work with. I focused on what I had learned from the spell book I had been reading for the past few days and summoned a spell of ice to my hand. I let a torrent of frozen air out behind me as I ran, creating an ice slick on the ground. I was surprised to see my plan actually work when one of the giants slipped on it and slammed unceremoniously to the ground. I was even more surprised when the second stopped to help its comrade to its feet.
The distraction proved enough for us to beat the giants to the mine, even if it was only by a few seconds. There was a pair of guards standing out front dressed in a patchwork of leather armour. They were obvious bandits and I had little time to deal with them. Still, a quick bit of thinking on my part provided me with another idea.
"Who the fuck are you?" one of the bandits snarled at me as I literally came running up to him.
"No one important. Can you do me a huge favour? Distract him!" I spat out hastily as I grabbed him by the shoulders, spun and all but threw him towards an oncoming giant.
He barely had time to scream before the beast's massive club sent him soaring to the side with a sickening crunch. "That didn't work half as well as I'd hoped it might," I muttered. "Lydia! Hole! Now!" I shouted when I saw her glance at the second bandit.
He never even had time to get a warning shout off before I had hit him with a short burst of lightning magic. It was only enough to stun him, but that seemed sufficient to distract the giants with another kill while Lydia and I ducked inside the mine.
We both collapsed against a wall inside, gasping for breath. "Hey, Lydia," I chuckled weakly. "I think that might have been a horrible idea."
If looks could kill I probably would have burst into flame from the glare she sent my way. I was absolutely sure she was going to stab me and she might have if not for a voice from further inside the mine. "The fuck's all that noise?" someone called out.
Lydia and I ducked down behind a broken mining cart and watched as another bandit came striding up the slight incline inside the mouth of the mine. I slid my dagger from its sheath nearly silently and waited until he had just walked past us before clicking my tongue. He spun around and gave me a chance to cover his mouth with my free hand and slam him against the rock wall. I slit his throat with a clean slice before stabbing my dagger up to the hilt into his forehead. I gave the blade a hard push upwards for good measure, cutting a gaping hole into the bandit's skull.
"Gods dammit, he's leaking all over me," I groused as blood began to pour from his neck and head onto my armour. I pulled the dagger from his skull and hefted his limp body into the empty cart. I had to suppress a chuckle at the comical way his limp legs dangled over the side of the cart. "And now I look like I just killed somebody," I muttered, looking down at the blood covering my chest and hands.
"You did just kill somebody," Lydia remarked with a frown.
"Yeah, but I don't want to look it. Women tend to not like guys covered in blood, and if they do they're the ones you want to avoid," I laughed quietly and sheathed my blade.
"So glad to see you keeping yourself focused on what's important," she said with a roll of her eyes. "What was your plan, anyway? Just hide in here until the giants give up and leave?"
"Plan?" I gave her a quizzical look. "I didn't have one. That's a pretty good one, though. And now that we're here, we may as well take a look around, right? Who knows how much money these bandits have stored away in here."
"There are going to be more of them. Maybe more than we can handle," she frowned at me. "The Whiterun guard has often had trouble with the bandits making camp in this old mine."
"Then clearing it out sounds like paying work," my smirk widened into a full grin. I noticed some unrecognizable shift in her countenance at the way my lips pulled back and thought that she might not yet be comfortable with the Argonian equivalents of human facial expressions. The possibility might exist that what was a grin for me was just the baring of a great many razor sharp teeth to her. My lips closed together as a wave of insecurity I didn't quite know the source of hit me.
"How do you intend to clear out an entire nest of bandits with just the two of us?" she, thankfully, seemed ignorant of my sudden shift in mood.
"From my experience most bandits aren't particularly good in a straight fight," I shrugged and started walking deeper into the mind. Despite her protests, Lydia followed obediently. I made sure to leave my pack next to the dead man containing cart. I didn't want it getting in the way in case there really were more bandits further in. "They tend to rely on intimidating people who aren't really capable of defending themselves." I shot her a fresh smirk over my shoulder. "And we're hardly a pair of stupid kids having fun exploring a mine. We're a pair of capable adults having fun exploring a mine."
"I think our definitions of fun are quite different, my Thane," Lydia sighed and drew her sword.
"It'll be all kinds of fun," I assured her as I followed suit. I frowned at the lack of a second blade. I hadn't been able to get the materials needed for forging a new sword before I had spent what money I had on the bow that was now lying in a giant's footprint outside. In retrospect, throwing it away in a rage probably hadn't been an idea wrought with foresight but that hardly mattered now.
The tunnel we were in didn't go particularly deep. It wasn't long before we were face-to-face with what amounted to a wall of veins of iron ore. I let out a low whistle. "This had to have been a pretty valuable mine when it was still operating," I ran the tips of my fingers along a thick streak of iron.
"It has been a common hideaway for bandits and marauders for many years now," Lydia explained. "Truth be told, I don't remember it ever actually being an open mine. But you are right about its worth."
"Maybe we'll get a decent reward for clearing this place out, after all. The Jarl would have to be pretty happy about having such a supply of iron so close," I turned to the gate barring our way to a small tunnel leading much further down.
Lydia tested it and confirmed my suspicion about it being locked. "Can you pick it?" I asked. My housecarl frowned and shook her head. "Then I guess it's a good thing I can, eh?" I laughed at her unimpressed expression.
The lock was a simple one and easy to flick open. Unfortunately the noise of the gate creaking open echoed down the tunnel and attracted some unwanted attention from down below. "Sagr, that you?" a female voice called up. I could hear the light clinking sound of iron armour as the bandit made her way up the incline.
"Uh...yeah, it is," I called back and earned a look from Lydia that couldn't even be described as incredulous. She looked as though she was confused at just how unbelievable actually answering back was. I simply chuckled and shrugged in a way that I hoped got the "I found it funny" idea across.
The woman stopped less than ten feet away from me when we finally came into view of each other in the dim light. "Who the fuck are you?"
"You know, you're the second person today to ask me that," I said before darting towards her and tackling her to the ground. We tumbled most of the way down the slope and I felt fortunate when I ended up on top. I felt much less fortunate at the ungodly racket her armour made in the confined space on the way down.
I sat up quickly so that I had her stomach pinned between my legs. For the briefest of moments I noticed that our position was close to being downright intimate. Then I ruined the moment by lifting her head off the ground by her hair and slamming it down several times into a rock beneath. Blood splattered across the dirt from what was likely a nasty wound on the back of her skull. She didn't have a chance to suffer long, though, before my dagger was drawn and being stabbed repeatedly into her throat.
"Gren?" a man now standing in the doorway at the bottom of the tunnel caught my attention.
"She had a bit of a fall. Nothing to worry about," I said casually as I looked up at the brute of a man. He took up most of the doorway and was clad in the standard mishmash of pieces of rust-spotted iron I had come to associate with bandits. Still, if I wasn't smart about this the huge axe he had in one hand wouldn't have much trouble in making me a lot shorter.
Lydia came sliding to a stop next to me just as the man looked ready to come charging at us. "Doesn't seem like the odds are in your favour," I taunted him.
"You're right," he chuckled darkly and stepped back into the doorway. In his place stepped a pair of archers, arrows already notched and aimed at us.
"Oh shit," I breathed as I ducked down, grabbed the body of their fallen comrade and lifted it. I felt as well as heard the arrows strike its other side.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lydia start to make her way forward. Her shield was raised and her sword was flush against its edge. She had clearly been trained well in how to fight when the odds were stacked against her.
I walked right along with her, the body in my hands making an even better shield than her actual one. It was also a lot heavier, though, and by the time we reached the doorway I felt as though it was going to slip from my grasp any moment.
Lydia was first into the large chamber on the other side of the door and immediately set upon the archers. I, on the other hand, was knocked to my back the moment I entered. I looked past the corpse laying atop me to see the shaft of the giant man's axe. He lifted it, taking the body off with it and giving me a proper chance to strike.
He looked surprised as much as pained when my tail snapped up to catch him in the groin. My heel almost simultaneously slammed into the inside of his knee. His leg gave out and he dropped to his knee, his grip on the axe faltering. Instinct won out over rational thought and rather than drawing my dagger or unleashing some spell on him I simply grabbed the nearest rock I could find and struck him in the side of the skull with a wet crack. I jumped atop him as he fell over and rained several more skull-shattering blows with the rock until it actually broke apart in my hand. By then, though, his head was little more than a red smear on the ground.
"Thane!" I heard Lydia call out and recognized an edge of panic to her tone. I looked over to see her pinned in a corner by two people, each wielding a sword. Likely all that was keeping her alive was her superior skill and shield, but I knew that even that wouldn't last forever. I also saw that one of the archers from before was dead on the ground and the other one was aiming at me.
An arrow thudded into my shoulder and I instinctively rolled with the force of the blow. I was at first concerned by the lack of pain but when I looked down I realized that the chain link of my armour had actually deflected the blow. "Damn, that woman's good," I muttered under my breath as I pushed myself to my feet.
The archer was just notching another arrow when the flames bursting from my palms engulfed her. An ear-piercing scream telling of pure panic and horror resounded in the cavernous room. Her bow hit the ground, not that it was much good anymore. The string was burnt off and the wood itself was alight with flame. She likely thought that the now flaming leather armour she was wearing was more problematic, though.
The distraction was enough for me to draw my sword and close the distance between myself and my housecarl. One of the bandits barely turned around in time to catch my blade against his. I twisted it around until I had my sword inside of his guard and severed his wrist with a sharp flick. His hand was still holding his blade when it hit the ground. His scream of pain joined his companion's, though it was cut short when my sword swept across his knee. The way his leg suddenly collapsed told me I had succeeded in slicing his hamgstring.
It was probably instinct that made him attempt to dodge the blade coming down at his neck, but all that did was caused me to carve into his shoulder and nearly hack off the arm entirely. On my second swing I aimed higher and just cleft his head in two across the bridge of his nose. I was surprised by how little blood the injury spilled.
I looked up to see Lydia driving her sword through her grounded opponent's neck in an almost theatrical way. I personally had no use for being fancy in a fight, but I had to admit that it was visually enjoyable to watch. The screaming archer finally collapsed to the dirt. I had a suspicion that she had died more of lack of air from the fire than the actual burns but didn't dwell on it. The flames continued to burn at her flesh, regardless.
"See? I told you we could handle it," I grinned at my compatriot, my earlier insecurity over the action long forgotten.
"You are quite...brutal in a fight," she frowned as she wiped the blood from her blade on the corpse of her kill.
"I just like to make sure they're dead. I know no one's going to get up when I beat their head against a rock and then stab them in the neck three times," I shrugged nonchalantly. "Now then, how about we take a look around? A bandit outfit this big has to have scraped up something valuable."

"There are over five hundred septims here, on top of the jewellery and equipment," Lydia sounded either incredulous or pleased. Or possibly both.
I looked up from the spell book I was reading while she counted our haul. I had never taken much interest in alteration magic, but if what this spell described actually worked I might have to change my opinion. "If this spell works out, that won't be the only money we've made," I struggled to contain my excitement as I picked up a piece of iron ore from the table before me.
The spell was taxing to conjure forth and difficult to remain focused on. It was a completely different form of magic than anything I had attempted to use before. After several moments of concentration, though, I found myself with a set of glowing green cubes in my palm. They swirled around each other, one sometimes absorbing another only for the now larger one to fracture back into two. I pressed the spell in my palm into the iron ore in my other. The magic seeped into the rock and lit it up with a faint green glow.
When the glow receded it left behind a gleaming chunk of silver ore. I let myself grin like a fool quite freely. Lydia simply sat staring at me. "You just turned iron into silver," she said simply. Her tone was surprisingly flat and I was slightly offended that she didn't sound a bit more impressed.
"According to this book, a second spell can be used to turn silver into gold, too," I set the shining ore down on the table, marked my page and snapped the book shut. "I haven't quite gotten that far, though, and before I read any more I feel like we should have something to eat. I'm starving."
I pushed myself up from the chair I was sitting in and made my way up the steep slope to the entrance tunnel, making sure not to slip in the pool of blood from my earlier kill. Lydia and I had dumped the bodies of the bandits into the entrance of a collapsed tunnel further back in the mine. Far enough, we hoped, that they wouldn't make much of a stench. We had agreed that it was a good decision to stay put in the mine for the night. After all, with the metal gate at the top of the tunnel and the door at the bottom we had two entrances to lock tightly so neither of us would have to sacrifice sleep on watch. We could just set up some kind of warning bell to ring in case either of them were opened over the course of the night to alert us.
As I passed through the open gate it briefly flitted through my mind that I could have simply ordered Lydia to get my pack, but I had never been someone who liked telling anyone else what to do. If I had done that, though, I wouldn't have had to call back down over what I saw. "Hey Lydia, I have a question," I shouted down the tunnel, leaning my shoulder against the metal bars of the gate's frame.
She appeared in the doorway below. "What is it, my Thane?" she asked curiously.
"How did neither of us notice the pile of mammoth tusks sitting in the other mining cart up here?"
"I saw them, but you seemed incredibly determined to jump on top of a woman at the time," she called back. I could hear the smirk she was wearing.
"First time I've ever jumped on a woman and had that much blood by the end, I'll say that," I let the subject of the mammoth tusks drop. I had a feeling whatever battle of wits we got into wouldn't go my way for very long. Using as much magic as I had over the course of the day had left me mentally exhausted. It almost made me want to actually train myself to better use my talent.
When I got to my pack I was reminded of the corpse half-hanging out of a mining cart next to it. The smell of blood inside had the unfortunate chance of attracting something that might be unkind to us later, or at least that would get us up in the middle of the night for no real reason. I didn't like having my sleep needlessly interrupted and decided that the corpse belonged outside.
I opened the door slowly and carefully so I could have a chance to dodge any incoming clubs bigger than my body. It was dark outside; well into dusk, at least. Thankfully, though, the giants appeared to be gone. There were no loud crashes or angry grunts. It was actually quite peaceful now. The air outside was cool but not chilly. It wouldn't have been all that terrible to make a real camp for the night, actually. Sleeping inside a mine where I knew my housecarl and myself would be safe and warm was still far preferable, though.
The bandit's corpse had become covered in its own blood in the time I was down below but it had apparently long-since dried and left the body cold and sticky. The metallic smell hit my nostrils when I lifted it to toss it outside and I suddenly wished to be in water so I could breathe through my gills and avoid smelling much of anything. Or at least so I could wash off all the gore I had managed to cover myself in earlier.
"Okay, here's the new plan," I started when I got back down to the main room. In my absence Lydia had managed to get a decent little fire going under the cooking pot that had been formerly owned by the pack of bandits. "We're going to get some food on to start cooking, find some nearby river or something to get cleaned up, then we can come back here and eat the hopefully not too burnt food."
"We?" she sounded somewhat surprised.
"Yes, we. You've never done any cooking before?" I asked in a disbelieving tone. I had an idea of what she was getting at but decided it would be more entertaining to string her along a little. While I waited for a response I set about throwing together some more or less random odds and ends into a pot filled with clean water. Apparently the bandits had been getting ready to eat when we arrived. I didn't feel bad in the slightest using the vegetables they had already prepared to supplant some of the raw pheasant Alvor's family had given me.
"I meant about the bathing part," she said with no small amount of exasperation. "Besides, shouldn't someone stay here to keep an eye on the food?"
"I'm more worried about someone keeping an eye on my tail so nothing decides to chew it off," I scoffed. "There are wolves and bears and Akatosh knows what else in this damn country. Didn't you swear an oath to make sure something like that didn't happen?"
"I swore an oath to protect you, not to watch you strip down and have a bath."
"True, but this is one of the very rare times when those two are one and the same," I chuckled. "Why, you have a problem with potentially seeing a naked Argonian? I really don't look all that much different under this armour, if you ignore the scales and the tail."
The comment made her tense up and I wondered for a second if I had crossed some bizarre human line. Or maybe she just found me physically repulsive like I assumed most humans did. "If we must do this, then let us be quick. Sorting out all of this money and equipment has left me rather hungry."
"To be fair I gathered most of it. I just got you to count it," I frowned as we started towards the exit.
"I was taking care of the bodies, then. I have a feeling that those weighed more."
"They weighed a lot less after I was done for them. You just need to start hacking them into pieces beforehand like I do. Or maybe we should make a habit of doing it afterwards to make getting rid of them easier."
She mirrored my earlier frown at my comment. "You show a disturbing lack of respect for the dead, my Thane."
"I don't think they care," I gave her a sceptical look. "Besides, imagine how many fewer draugr there would be in Skyrim if all your ancestors had the foresight to chop the bodies into pieces or cremate them, first. A reanimated corpse isn't very useful with no arms or legs."
"I suppose..." she sounded extremely unsure.
"Argonians are pretty practical that way."
"Argonians butcher their dead?"
"Okay, first off, using a word like 'butcher' makes it sound way worse than it really is. Secondly, it's purely out of a sense of practicality. You know what's never, ever been seen in Black Marsh? An undead Argonian," I defended as we stepped outside. "Once a person has died we don't consider any soul that person may have had to have anything to do with the body anymore. The body is just an empty shell. Like a bow without any string." I nearly tripped over the dead body sitting just outside the door and faintly realized the horrible irony of my words.
"That's a terrible metaphor," I saw her roll her eyes at me out of the corner of my own.
"Actually, it's a terrible simile. I don't do metaphors," I said in the most serious tone possible. The look Lydia gave me was priceless and I wished I had some way of capturing it. "Now then, since you're the local expert, where's the nearest waist deep river or pond or something?"
"Since when am I the expert on rivers?" she asked in mocking bewilderment. "I thought I was just going to watch you to make sure you didn't get eaten. I assumed you had already found somewhere you could strip down to your skivvies and wash the dirt and grime from the day away."
I gave her a very unimpressed look. "At the very least tell me you had more foresight than I did and you brought a torch so we could actually find something," I sighed. She very smugly produced a thick piece of wood with an oiled rag wrapped haphazardly around the end that I lit with a quick spell. The brief use of magic took more out of me than I rightly thought it should. Apparently I hadn't had quite enough time to rest since my earlier transmutation.
Despite her unfortunately successful attempt to get under my skin she lead the way to a small river coming down from the mountains. "This river is fed from the snow atop the mountains, so it will probably be a fair bit colder than what you're used to in Black Marsh."
"You've clearly never been to Black Marsh in winter," I chuckled. With no regard for modesty - either my own or Lydia's - I simply stripped my filthy and bloody armour off and laid it out next to the river's edge. Lydia had turned her back to me by the time my tunic was off, though. I wasn't all that concerned by her seeing my naked body. It was bound to happen sooner or later, if we were travelling together. Besides, so far only good things had happened in Skyrim when human women had seen me naked. I saw no reason why the tradition wouldn't be continued with Lydia.
The water was cool but surprisingly comfortable. I ducked my head underneath and grabbed onto a firmly planted rock to make sure I wasn't swept downstream. It felt good to have water running over my gills again. It had been a long time since I had used them and I was getting worried about them getting sick or dry or something equally terrible.
I stood back up, immediately feeling better at having the dried blood washed away. "You should join me. You can't be much cleaner than I am," I called to the woman standing watch. "The water's actually pretty nice, too."
"I thought my reason for being here was so that there would be someone on watch," she responded without turning to face me.
"Yeah, well, I don't feel like sleeping in the same room as someone who smells like sweat and blood. Your Thane is ordering you to get cleaned up."
Lydia turned and gave me a curious and sceptical look. She shrugged after a moment, planted the torch in the ground near my armour and set about removing her own. I don't know whether it was because of her life as a soldier or because of my race that she seemed at ease with stripping down to nothing so readily. I assumed it was the latter. After all, she had no reason to assume I found anything about humans attractive. I had never bothered to tell her about Camilla or Carlotta and any vaguely flirtatious comments had been made flippantly, as though it was simply how I talked to people.
Whatever the case I was hardly going to argue. Her body was fit and clearly strong from her career as a guard and soldier. There were a few scars here and there but she hardly had the plethora of pocks and lines that I did stretching across my body. I was somewhat surprised at just how full her breasts really were. I didn't think that they had looked nearly so large with her armour on.
Before she had a chance to become suspicious of my gaze, though, I ducked back under the water. The feeling of water running across my gills was something I had always loved. For all humans and elves tried to act as though Argonians were inferior I had never seen any breathe underwater without using a spell.
I broke the surface to find that Lydia had cleaned herself up while I was underwater. Droplets fell from her hair and her skin shimmered in the flickering torchlight. I swallowed in a desperate attempt to get moisture back into my mouth. I thought of simply drinking from the river but a very irrational part of my mind reasoned that it would taste like her. With her back to me I looked down to see that my body was working quite hard to respond, despite the cold water surrounding me. "Not now," I hissed to myself.
In an attempt to distract myself I made my way over to the shore and set about cleaning some of the blood and gore from my armour. It was something of a chore to avoid getting the fur underlining wet but at least it kept my focus away from the naked woman bathing nearby. A small part of me regretted insisting that she join me. It wasn't an idea that had been made with a great deal of forethought.
It was only a few scant minutes later that we were redressed and headed back to the mine. Regrettably this did little to scour away the image I had of Lydia's wet and naked body. On the bright side my armour was unforgiving enough that my cock could strain against it all it liked without ever making a noticeable impression. Upon realizing this my stupid male pride decided I should suddenly feel very insecure and that distracted me enough to forget about my admittedly attractive companion for the moment.
"I will admit that it feels good to get cleaned up," Lydia remarked as we entered the mine. I noticed a crossbar on the inside of the door to lock it shut and slid it closed on our way in.
"Told you it was a good idea. You should learn to trust my judgement," I said airily.
"I'd like to remind you that your judgement nearly got us crushed by giants earlier today, my Thane."
"Which, in turn, lead us here. If I hadn't thought to attack those giants we wouldn't have found all these mammoth tusks or the gold or even the spell book."
My housecarl turned a frown at me as I flipped the lock on the gate further inside shut. "You didn't plan for any of that to happen."
"Well, that just goes to show you how bad an idea planning anything is," I returned her frown with a grin.
"There's something horribly perverse about your logic, my Thane," Lydia muttered. I laughed openly at her comment as I checked on our food.
"Perhaps, but it's worked pretty well for the last twenty five or so years of my life so I don't see much reason in changing anything now. In any case this food's probably as good as it's going to get and I'm famished. Put that bowl back; we're eating out of the pot. I don't feel like cleaning anything after we're done."

A/N: You know, I don't hate this chapter. It's taught me a lot. It taught me that I like having Lydia around as Kai's straight man, or at least just someone to point out when he's being a jackass. I was originally going to have some amount of racial tension between them that was going to be resolved but I've since decided that I want to keep this story lighthearted. I also learned from this chapter, though, that I much prefer writing combat with Kai on his own. I like stacking him against three or four people so that he can show that just because he acts like a goofball most of the time doesn't mean he isn't a dangerous, dangerous person. Also, despite whatever hints may have been dropped in this chapter, I have no current plans for anything to happen between him and Lydia. Mostly because the market on that one is completely saturated. If someone makes a specific request for it, fine, I'll write it. Otherwise, there are like, forty other stories out there centred around Lydia and some Dragonborn fucking. I don't see the requirement for another.
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