The Diary of Simra Hishkari : Sellsword, Spellblade, Ink-Slinger & Tale-Spinner: 22ND OF LAST SEED

• Posted by Ulysses April 13, 2013 - 1,045 views

   have little time to write. I do so in the midst of packing. I leave Windhelm when the dawn arrives.
  
  My heart is tight and hammering. Feels like it’s trying to choke me, leaping up to the back of my throat like this. Excuse my poor, spare prose.
  
  Woke. Breakfast - Smoke-Cured Salmon and milk tea. Rendar’s treat. A conversation with him. Said he saw more Dunmer in me than in any of the Nordic whipping posts who frequent the Club. Explains the food and board. Said if I did him a favour I’d be doing one for all the Grey Quarter too. Rolf Stonefist, monger of race-hate. Teach him a lesson, Rendar said.
  
  Worked. Picked the key for Giordano’s house from Nilsine Shatter-Shield’s pocket—she works as a maid there. She noticed. I ran. Tore through Giordano’s house faster, messier than I should, but left the ring in the dresser, like Sadri said.
  
  Rolf next. Approached him outside Candlehearth Hall. He spat in my face. Anger rose like a red wave. I slapped him with an open hand, doused in guttering flames. Dug an elbow into his back as he doubled over. Kicked him while he was down. He made piggish noises. Hard to forget. And the smell! Azura’s mercy…
  
  I ran back to Sadri, stealing from shadow to shadow. Was paid for the circlet. Returned to the Corner Club to give Suvaris Atheron her share.
  
  The Club was a-clamour. Gossip said Nilsine Shatter-Shield had turned up dead. Rendar paid me a pouch of Septims. A hundred, he said. Handed over a letter. Have attached it here.
  
  “Hishkari.
  
  For your trouble. For your people.
  Time to disappear.
  
  Brunwulf Free-Winter.”
  
  Bundled up with the letter was a steel dagger, Nordic in make, but sharp and sturdy.
  
  My parents. I have to see them. To say goodbye. Too hungry to sleep, too busy to eat.
  
  What have I done?