Chapter Eight: Plan
Azeel sat on the end of his bed, he wore only his only loincloth. He rubbed his face and stared at the ceiling. Malachi’s long deep breaths were the only sound in the room. Azeel was hoping it would have been all fake, that him and his brother were outside Riften. That was not the case however, all he could think about was his brother.
The times when they were young and would play ball together, throwing the rock between them. When they would swim in the rivers and catch fish with their jaws, or at school try to impress the girls with feats of strength. They did stupid activities that young men of all races did, he knew in his heart that if he had to fight his brother that killing him would be difficult but the thing that now controlled his brother would have no mercy.
He stood, and covered himself in an old tunic and pants and walked silently out into the cavern. The cold summer night winds cascaded down into the cavern, standing calf deep in the small lake the cold water felt good. He removed the tunic and plunged deep into the lake, he sat on the bottom until the sunlight filtered down the bottom and the water began to warm.
Malchi sat on the edge, carving down sticks to use for arrows. The water splashed up and Malachi fell backwards and his carving materials spilling everywhere.
“AH!” Malachi exclaimed.
That almost brought a smile a Azeel face, but he just climbed out and went to change back into his cloths. He went to the house, he ripped a loaf of bread in two and returned outside. He sat, Rodane came from inside. He sat next the Azeel, the Breton was surprisingly muscular. He was short in stature, only about 5’3 and he had shaved brown hair on his head. His bright green eyes were filled with sadness, he had spent years down here. Alone. Scared. Tired.
“Do you know any way out?” Azeel asked.
The Breton looked towards the crack in the ceiling, “Besides the way you came, I’m not sure. Don’t have any rope so you can’t climb,”
“So you have no map or any idea where anything is?”
“No, I have memorized about a mile or so from here. I can get back here from almost anywhere within that radius. Other than that, no,”
Azeel finished off his bread and walked a few meters, then he suddenly turned, “A cartographer?”
Rodane tilted his head in confusion like a dog, “A map maker? Why would we need a map maker?”
“No, no, no, no! The Dwemer must have had map makers!”
“Of course, but firstly they're all dead and secondly even if they were alive a man who could make them wouln-,”
Rodane stood and his eyes widened.
“Finished maps!” They said together.
Malachi tried to understand as he approached, “What is the deal? You’re look like school girls,”
“We need to find an old Dwemer map shop and follow their old maps out to the cavern. Stop the Argonians. Escape and go get drunk and few swanky whores,” Exclaimed Azeel.
“Um, what,” Was Malachi’s response.
“It’s really quite simple, well not simple. Our hope is that somewhere in the maze of Dwemer halls that there is a map shop or royal map area of the city. Hopefully. Maybe. Likely not. Little chance. Zero,” Said Rodane.
“Well than, let’s plan!” Smiled Malachi.
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