WELCOME TO SKYRIM
Amadeus woke up disorientated, confused by his surroundings. He took a good look around. He was lying in a casually made bed, in the inside of a cabin. To his right, a cooking pot was still boiling upon an almost extinguished fire. In front of it, the corpse of an orc bathed in blood was laid face down, and arms open wide.
"Oh, the orc.." he mumbled as his mind was returning to reality after a seemingly long sleep.He was still dazed when he sat in the side of the bed. now he remembered what happened. He wanted to rest for a moment but fell asleep for many hours, considering he was exhausted before, and feeling fully rested now. Once he realized his mistake he went mad with himself. That orc was clearly a bandit, and judging by the message stabbed in the nearby table, a gang member. At any moment, one or two of the orc's friends could show up and witness their comrade slain and a stranger sleeping soundly next to him. Amadeus was surprised he didn't wake up to a mace in the face.
Furthermore, he noticed some coins below the shelves on the opposite side of the pot,due to their shinning by the fire's light, which probably fell of the purse on the table. His keen eyes also noticed a switch behind those shelves. he made his way to inspect that switch, and after making sure it was not trap wired,he pressed it, resulting in the shelves receding and revealing a secret passage going further below ground. He inspected his new acquired gear, the warm clothing and the weapons belt. He mounted his new bow to his back,sheathed the sword and dagger in the left and right side of his waist respectively, and looked down the newly discovered path once more.
"Fuck this" he thought and made his way to exit the cabin, after collecting all the coins on the floor, and the almost full purse on the table. As he was moving up the stairs, he looked down on the unfortunate orc once more.
"Thanks for the hospitality. Sorry for the stab...."
He stepped out of the cabin to Skyrim's chilling wind. It was night already. He must have slept for at least nine hours. Thankfully, he was now wearing warm clothes, and thus was able to fend off that cold. Much to his delight, the cabin site was still unattended by other people. He quickly recalled that path he saw that Imperial soldier following, when he still was standing up that hill after their ecape from Helgen. The path to Riverwood. He sighted when he thought of how tired he was back then, and decided he had slacked long enough.Without further delay, he put his new fur cowl on, and made his way to the path east.
After about an hour of cautiously moving to avoid more bandits and other unpleasant incidents, and hearing menacing wolf howls he was finally at the entrance of the village of Riverwood. The village was fast asleep at this time of night, except some people outside the local inn, and some more inside no doubt. As he kept scanning the village, he also noticed the blacksmith to the left, and some trader's store in the right. In fact, the village was so small he could see the whole of it from the entrance.
Amadeus made his way to the blacksmith, hoping to acquire directions to Whiterun, so he could meet his contact ,Lydia, as well as some at least basic armoring. After all, that Haggard guy invited him, and the latter was already saved by him several times on that cave in Helgen. So, the blacksmith would surely by grateful for that.
He made his way to the front door and knocked. After several moments, the door opened, by a strong looking Nord, with his turgid arms vouching for years of practicing the blacksmith art. That was Haggard's uncle no doubt. Although almost midnight, the man was still wearing his blacksmith apron. The entrance room, from what Amadeus could see was illuminated by a lit fireplace, with the welcoming smell of cooked dinner, unlikely that disgusting bandit soup he had to eat several hours ago.
"What can I help you with, traveler?", the blacksmith asked, quite suspiciously, given the late hour, and the armed man on his door. Amadeus was quite pleased he stepped among civilization after quite a long time.
"I greet you, kind sir. I am a friend of..."
He didn't have to finish before that soldier, still wearing his armor, burst out from inside the house.
"My friend! Uncle Alvor, that's the man I told you about! The one that helped me escape Helgen. His name was....eh"
Indeed, Amadeus was not on the list of those destined to the chopping block.
That was good for him
"Jake. Jake Roland" Amadeus quickly added. "Nice to meet you Mister Alvor"
"Step inside my good man. Any friend of Hadvar is a friend of mine.", said Alvor.
"Hadvar! that was the name", Amadeus thought.
"Now, you must be hungry. Sigrid!, fetch the visitor something to eat. And some mead too!. Hadvar told me alla bout your adventures in Helgen, about the.... dragon, Ulfric and the misunderstanding that led to your capture on the first place"
A "misunderstanding. Now that's an understatement". Amadeus thought.
Alvor's wife, a blond haired tall woman, showed up from downstairs, with a plate full of meat and vegetables and a bottle of mead in the other hand.
"Here, you must be hungry", she said while serving everyone.
"So, quite an adventure you two had, eh?" she said while she was pouring some mead in Amadeus' glass and looking him and Hadvar.
"You can't imagine ma'am", Amadeus responded, recruiting the best of his manners.
"I would be dead if not for Jake", Hadvar stated. "So, what can we do for you my friend?"
Amadeus replied "I was on my way to Whiterun, to visit my coousin, who is under the service of the Jarl. That was the reason for my coming to Skyrim actually, but after my capture, I ended up in the other side of the province, and to my embarassment, I am now completely lost..."
That was a fast made lie Amadeus came up with, to cover his true intentions, hoping they would fall for it.
Alvor stepped to reply. "Why, you'll exit the village from the east, and cross the bridge. After that bridge, go to your right, and follow the way straight ahead. You 'll see the city in front of you, you cannot miss it, siple as that.". He swallowed a drop of mead and continued
"Is there anthing else you need? any supplies you would like?"
Thankfully, they fell for it.Although someone more perceptive would throw in some questions like "What were you doing in Dark Water Crossing", or " what were you doing in the rebel camp", and "from where did you enter Skyrim to begin with?".
Amadeus hoped he could use Alvor's gratitude for his nephew to aquire some armor free of charge.
"I could use some armor, since the road seem very dangerous.."
But before he could finish Alvor interrupted
"Why you are talking to a blacksmith! Come down and wwe'll see what we can do for you."
After some boring conversations about the state of the Empire and the rebelion, they finished the dinner, and Alvor pointed Amadeus the stairs down.
After they stepped down to the floor below ground, Alvor showed Amadeus quite many works of his.
"What magnificent pieces of armor you 've made here sir" Amadeus said.
"See anything in particular you like?" Alvor replied.
"Well, I could use something light.."
"Aha! Light in armor, means light in the feet" Alvor interrupted once more. Afull set of cuirass, gloves, graves and boots where shown to Amadeus. "That should be your size, suit up, and then come up with us again"
Amadeus geared up his new armor, and tried some moves like slashing, piercing, crouching, and made a few paces up and down the room. Simple craft, but it would do. He then went to the upper floor where Hadvar and Alvor were waiting for him.
"So, I see it fits you like a glove!" Alvor admired
"Thank you sir. How much would you charge for it" Amadeus replied hoping to get them for free.He didn't want to spend those septims from the cabin in this low quality gear.
"Nonsense, it's a gift of course, for my nephew's safe return!" Alvor responded.
"Thank you very much,sir." Amadeus replied without hiding his satisfaction.
"There is something you can do for us though", Alvor added, but now his sight was getting darker. "Although reports have already reached Whiterun about the dragons, no doubt about that, the Jarl must be made to sent troops to Riverwood, we are completely defenseless! You have seen first eye what a dragon can do, Jarl Balgruuf will surely listen to you."
"I promise to do my best, sir." Amadeus replied
"You should also go to Solitude at some point, to join the Legion. We could use soldiers like you, and I've seen you fight" Hadvar added.
"Although I am a loyal citizen of the Empire, I am afraid my stay in Skyrim will be short." a sad lie by Amadeus. In fact he knew his stay in Skyrim would be very long. "Mister Alvor, rest assured I will inform the Jarl once I get there. But now I must bid you farewell and be on my way."
Alvor seemed confused. " At this time of night? You won't even stay for the night?"
"No sir, I am in a hurry, and my cousin will be moved from his post at any time."
And with that said, they traded farewells, and Amadeus was on his way to Whiterun.
Following Alvor's directions, he moved east of Riverwood after the bridge, to a snake-shaped hill path down. And then he saw the city. It was build in the middle of a huge plain that was surrounded by mountains and hills, as far as the man sight could reach, with several farmsteads encircling the city.
As Amadeus went down the snaked path, he came across one of those farmsteads. Ahead, he heard commotion and gloating, from what he could gather, ahead of that farmstead, on the way to the city's gates. As he continued his way, he found out the source of this commotion. Four Nords, judging by their body build and accent, two females and two males were surrounding the corpse of a giant, with one of the males trying to remove a war axe from the creature's head.
"Good kill my ladies and gentlemen, congratulations on your combat prowess" Amadeus greeted them as he was moving past them. He was wandering what on earth a giant was doing in the farmstead, when on of the two females approached him, a red haired one, with warpaint on the face forming three blue lines across her face, wearing light leather armor from what Amadeus could see.
"It is something usual among our order, to fight and prevail against terrifying foes. Your congratulations are as useless as your weapons in our latest fight" The woman said while pointing at the giant's corpse.
Amadeus though that Skyrim had her way of making him feeling welcomed at every turn. Thank goodness he had helped Hadvar, or else Alvor would kick him out of his house on sight, he though to himself. But he didn't try to react rudely to that woman's insult, if insults were considered rude in Skyrim, and not a common way to just say "hi".
"And what order would that be my fair lady?" Amadeus kept being polite, while fixing his cloak around his body.
"Ah, an outsider" the woman commented. "We are the Companions of Whiterun, an order of seasoned warriors earning glory at every turn" she explained full of confidence. "If one thinks he would like to test his resolve, he could talk to Kodlak up in Jorrvaskr."
The Companions of Jorrvaskr. Amadeus recalled the Breton's letter, instructing him not to interfere with those folks, as other agents of the Order where engaged with them.
"Well, I would certainly wish that supposed man good luck in his pursuit. As delightful as our acquaintance has been, I must be on my way. Ladies. Gents." Amadeus tried to avoid them.
"Nah, let the looser go Aela" One of the males, a muscular short brown haired man said while finally removing his axe from the giant's head, with a generous amount of brains spilling on the way out. "we already have enough girls in Jorrvaskr as it is" spitting on the ground at Amadeus' direction.
That did it. They only thing Amadeus couldn't stand was being humiliated. No matter how hard he had tried, he never managed to control his wrath against those who would mock him. Many times he got in trouble with the Order due to that weakness of him. Hell, he was feared by criminal masters, drug lords and other dangerous people. who was that idiot who would call him "girl" with such ease? It was long ago he decided he would not be humiliated again, after that day outside Chorrol so many years ago, when that fat man he tried to rob, the man who initiated him in the Order put his face in mud. But the letter he received from the Breton was clear concerning the Companions. "do NOT interfere with that faction"... But Amadeus decided it wouldn't be so bad to embarrass that ignorant man. He decided he would teach him to be humble against people he did not know.
He turn to take a look at him. A leather armored man, wielding two axes and a dagger in his belt. Strong muscle build, a few inches taller than him. Probably a lot heavier than him too, considering his enormous muscles and the heavy hardware he was carrying. He also noticed a dagger hidden in his boot, a throwing one by the looks of its light made hilt protruding from the boot's top.
"What, sissy, you fancy a strong Nord?" The others started to laugh now, only strengthening Amadeus desire for retribution.
"Well, Nord" Amadeus spoke spiting the last word. "Will you shut up if you loose a friendly wager?" By the fire that engulfed the Nord's sight Amadeus knew he had his attention now. "I bet a hundred septims I can feed you mud in less than a minute. You lose that dagger in your boot if I manage. Unless you are afraid. Sissy."
The Nord started to gloat, or swear, or something in a Nord dialect from what Amadeus could gather. "Come on Einjard, You had your fun, let's just go to get some rest", the other man advised him.
"Fuck off Farkas", the other replied. "I am gonna have some fun first with that scum."
The other woman, Aela as she was called earlier, moved to a distance, next to her friend. "Well Ria, boys being always boys, will give us a great spectacle. " chuckled to the other female.
As this Einjard was taking position to claim his price, Amadeus took a last study in his opponent. He would surely charge. He knew that type of man. He had faced this type countless times, and won every one of them. But that man had no clue. Confirming his suspicions, Einjard pulled out his axes and throwing a war cry he charged straight to Amadeus, axes divided at maximum distance, only to reunite at the last moment, to decapitate Amadeus.
"BLOOD AND RAGE!!!" And Einjard charged. A sprinting death to many opponents no doubt, many met their fate by that man. But the one before him had a few tricks up his sleeve, after all these years in a dark world of violence and deceive.
Amadeus took measure at when Einjard's right foot was stepping on the ground, and when the left one. In the mere moment remaining, he calculated that the brute would be standing on his right foot when he would be about to strike. He had made that mistake in Chorrol many years ago. But now he was the master. At that final moment, Einjard was indeed standing on his right foot and about to launch the fatal blow. Amadeus, with lightning speed dived at the side of that foot, launching his right one at the direction behind Einjard, and spinning his body left, with his own left foot performing a "half moon" orbit to strike at the foot Einjard was standing on. The result was spectacular.
Like that fat man twelve years ago, Amadeus observed his opponent falling face down to mud. It felt quite satisfying, as if he wanted to do something like that all those years. When Einjard stood up, face covered in mud, he went for another go at Amadeus.
"EINJARD!!!" Aela's voice pierced the air. "You gambled and you lost. Now avast!"
Amadeus never backed his full of irony sight off Einjard's enraged, burning in flames of anger face. "I believe you owe me something", he said pointing out the dagger in Einjard's boot. The latter, throw in at Amadeus feet and turned his back, swearing profoundly and chopping pieces of flesh off the giant's corpse. The others were left to stare puzzled at both Einjard and Amadeus, while the latter put his cloak together, fixed his hood, picked up the dagger to attach it in his own right boot, and continued his way to Whiterun.
As he reached the gates, he was halted by two of Whiterun soldiers.
"Halt! the city is closed, official business only."
Amadeus stared aimlessly for a moment, but he soon remembered Alvor's request. He assumed an excited expression, and spoke
"I was at Helgen, I survived! I have to warn the Jarl, please good soldier, Riverwood is in danger!!"
"Alright, alright.... those damn dragons.... go in, but we ' ll be keeping an eye on you!"
"Thank you kind sir" Amadeus replied an walked though the gates, without further delays.
As he entered the city,he noticed another blacksmith to the east, houses left and right of a long street, at the far end of which there was an inn. He thought of that inn as a good place to start looking for Lydia. As he passed the nearly empty streets, and got closer to the city's only place not asleep, he made out the sigh. "The Bannered Mare". Songs, toasts and laughter could be heard from the inside.
He made his way in. The inn wasn't the biggest in Tamriel, with a bar to the right, a warm fire in the middle, and tables and benches along the rest of the space. The atmosphere was quite cozy, and the heat of the place was most welcomed to Amadeus chilled skin. He thought that he had to somehow get used to that cold climate, considering he was yet to the southern Skyrim, which was much warmer than the northern part. While peering around the cheerful crowd, he was greeted by a brown skinned Redguard woman.
"Good evening sir, what could I get you?"
Amadeus paused to admire that beautiful woman for a moment.
"A glass of ale, an answer to a question, and you name if I dare ask, cute lass."
He noticed her brown skin on the cheeks blushing.
"I suppose you want them in the order you asked them sir...".
As she turned to move to the bar, Amadeus could not but admire her butts, succeeding each other in an up and down sequence. Normally, having a soft spot for beautiful women, he would attempt a conquest, but he had already lost too much time, since everything so far had gone wrong.
As the bard was singing about a guy named Ragnar, she returned with a glass filled with red liquid to Amadeus.
"Your ale, sir. Now about that question of yours?"
"Thank you good lass." He took the glass of her. "I am looking for my cousin, a woman named Lydia, currently in the service of the Jarl", and lifted his glass towards her as he finished, and swallowed a drop, warming his throat once more.
"Oh, I know that woman, sir. She can be usually found up in Dragonsreach, the Jarl's palace. You should look for her there first."
"You mean the building overlooking the entire city?"
"Yes,sir, you cannot miss it. As for my name, it is Saadia" she added, performing a cute bow.
"Amadeus Ros" he introduced himself, not seeing a reason why he should hide his real name."A pleasure to meet you. So, are you some kind of Hammerfell princess? Your worth of a ballad beauty suggest so." He could not resist at least a little flirt with that nice lass.
"Are you always like that with girls, sir?" Saadia asked blushing a little further.
"Only with the unique ones" Amadeus explained.
"Why sir, I..."
"SAADIA!!!! get your ass over here!" The woman in the bar interrupted. Saadia's blushing turned into terror now.
"Yes Hulda ma'am!" She replied quickly. "Excuse me sir, I really have to go.." She explained in a hurry and turned to leave.
Amadeus nodded in understanding while pouring down his throat another generous drop. Leaving his glass on the table of another Nord men nearby, he warmed his hands on the fire, and by putting on his cowl again, and wrapping his cloak around him, he gave Saadia's butts one last look, left some septims on a nearby table, and moved to leave the inn.
Outside, he turned right, to witness Dragonsreach standing at the top of the city. Walking fast to keep warm, he started going up the path, in hopes to find Lydia inside.
After passing through the city, he was at the gates of the palace in a few minutes. He was halted once more by two guards.
"Halt, what do you want here?"
Once more he explained the incident concerning Helgen, Riverwood, and a nasty dragon. Once more, that worked, and the heavy doors of Dragonsreach opened.
Inside, he witnessed the true meaning of the word "palace". A glorious bonfire in the middle of a huge room, with the ceiling several feet above, long table rows left and right both full of meat, vegetables, fruits and drinks, and at the far end of the room a dragon's skull with the Jarl's throne below it. From what he could see, a man was sitting in that throne, the Jarl obviously, with a man in his right and a dark elf in his left. The right row of tables was deserted, while in the left one, five Nords where having a little feast, with songs and yells and boasting and laughing. Three males, and two females.
Amadeus took a look at the women, maybe one of the was Lydia. He noticed that they were both gorgeous looking, one brunette and one blonde, and wandered if there were any ugly women in Whiterun. Maybe the Jarl had them executed long ago for repelling tourism, he entertained himself. The brunette looked back at him, quite inquisitively. Perhaps it was her, he thought. And then moved to greet those Nords.
"Greetings, kind people, a moment of your time if I may." Amadeus interrupted their feast.
The five of them stopped and turned to see him. One of the males, a long red haired one, with big muscles and a greatsword to his back broke the silence.
"MILK DRINKER!!!!"
The entire group was now laughing at Amadeus , but the brunette woman just smiled mockingly at him. Amadeus tried to smile to them politely.
"Eh, I just wanted to ask...." he made an effort to continue, only to be interrupted by another male, a bald light armored one with a war axe resting on his waist.
"SOMEONE STOLE YOUR SWETROLL!" The group was now laughing frantically at at Amadeus with the latter trying even harder to look polite. But the brunette woman was still staring at him while just smiling.
Amadeus thought to just throw the name of the woman, and hope for results. After all, those Nords would give him the chance to drop a few words before mocking him again with their thundering voices.
"Lydia." He said. "Where's lydia?" he now asked no longer caring about politeness. The third male, a short gray haired one with one eye missing, tried to yell something but took a slap in the mouth by the brunette woman who was sitting next to him.
"Shut it Roggthor!" and then turned to Amadeus. "Is there something in particular you need her for?"
That was a signal question. Amadeus now knew that she was the woman he was looking for. And she was asking for confirmation of him being part of the Order, and not some random guy. He had to throw the key phrase to let her know.
"I was told that she is the best for the task I need to accomplish" Amadeus replied. The woman now stood up, and nodded him to follow her at the southwest corner of the room, much to the confusion of the rest of the Nords, who after a few moments of awkwardness, continue their feast as suddenly as they paused it.
The woman lead him to the southwest end of the room, behind a pillar. When they reached the quite corner, she introduced herself.
"I am Lydia, Sir." referring to him with respect, as he was her superior. "Welcome to Skyrim."
"Amadeus Ros", he introduced himself, although certain that Lydia knew the name of the man she was expecting. "Skyrim made me feel welcomed at every turn so far." Amadeus joked, remembering all his misadventures so far.
"I expected you a few days earlier, Sir."
"Yes, I know, It is a long story. Let's just say I was tied up ." Literally," Amadeus entertained himself again. "So, are we ready to move? I understand you are to be my land guide for the mission." He commented, while keeping his voice down.
"That's true sir, although I believe the purpose of my involvement is part of my initiation test."
"Ah, yes. Novice, I forgot for a moment,". Amadeus took a good look at his guide. She was had leather armoring above some thick leather dressing, to repel cold no doubt. She was a few inches shorter than him, with brown eyes and a beautiful face. "At least now I'll have a nice presence besides me while freezing", he thought to himself. "So, Lydia, Do I just take you off the Jarl's hands, or..."
"That matter is already covered,Sir". She rushed to explain. "Proventus Avenicci, the man at the right of the Jarl as you can see, has taken care of it." Amadeus gazed towards the end of the room. " You are to present yourself as Markus Dias, an accountant in the service of High Agent Maven Black-Briar, on your way to Riften, And I am to be you escort, your bodyguard if you prefer. The Jarl has already received payment for my services. He is not going to ask many questions further."
Amadeus took a moment to consider the cover plan. "So, Lydia, am I to present myself as the accountant of High Agent Maven Black - Briar?"
Lydia realized her mistake. "N-No ,sir..." she complied with a little embarrassment, from what Amadeus could gather.
"Careful when you mention titles and terms of our society around. Now, this Proventus guy, is he with... our society?" Amadeus asked.
"Yes, sir, he is. He has been advising that idiot buffoon of a Jarl towards the side of the Empire since the rebellion started. See, that fool in the throne wants to play neutral, concerning Stormcloaks and Imperials. Although I believe that whole cover up idea was Maven's at the first place."
Amadeus had never met Maven, but he know of her. Her reputation described her as a decisive and ruthless woman, never afraid to get her hands dirty. And a very keen one on the mind..
"What was the Jarl's name again, Lydia?"
"Balgruuf the Greater, sir."
"Good, so, off I am." And with that said, Amadeus moved to the Jarl.The group of the feasting Nords just gave a look at him this time, as he was passing by them, with no further harassing.
Once he was about ten paces to the Jarl, he was once again halted by the dark elf.
"Halt! who wants to disturb the Jarl?" the dark elf asked.
This is getting tiresome Amadeus thought. "Greetings, fair elf. I am Marcus Dias, and the Jarl is expecting me." The dark elf gave him another look, and unwillingly nodded him to proceed.
At the throne, a blonde aged man with some kind of crown on his head and luxurious clothing was discussing something involving dragons,with the other man, this Proventus guy from what Amadeus gathered so far. When he go close enough, the man in the throne turn to look at him.
"Is there something you need, citizen?" the Jarl asked.
"Greeting, honorable Jarl. My name is Markus Dias, and I am an..."
"I already know who you are and what you want. Proventus told me about the exchange you had. Although I don't like removing people from my service with this dragon issues about, you have already paid from escort. I belie we assigned... eh, who did we assign Proventus?"
"Lydia, my Jarl" Proventus hurried to add, while while giving Amadeus a conspiring glance.
"Very well, but she and her comrades have been fighting bandits all day long, and I cannot allow here to your escort at this time of night, not after she has taken a well deserved rest." the Jarl explained.
"Well, my Jarl, time is of the essence, and I really need to.." Amadeus never finished his sentence.
"I said what I said and whatever I say around here gets done, mister Markus." the Jarl made it quite clear he made his mind. "Come in the morning and she'll be ready for you."
Seeing as he couldn't do much, Amadeus sighted and after thanking the Jarl, he moved back to Lydia.
"We leave first thing in the morning. Be ready. And get some good rest."
"Very well sir. i 'll be waiting for you" Lydia replied. "Do you have a place to stay for the night?"
Amadeus then remembered the Bannered Mare, and that beautifull girl, Saadia.
"I'll find something, I am sure. Now, see you in the morning Lydia." and with that said, turned to exit the palace.
On his way back he passed an impressive building to his left, and saw that red haired woman with another one outside, those that had killed the giant earlier. He lowered his cowl, not wanting any more incidents with those Nords.
When he entered the inn again, he walked up to the bar, and asked that woman clearly in charge if there was a room available.
"It will be 15 septims, sir" she informed never lifting her eyes of some account books.
After Amadeus paid her, she yelled at the waitress. "Saadia! Get your ass here!"
Once Saadia got to the bar and saw Amadeus again, the latter noticed some sudden joy in her sight, though quickly suppressed. "Yes, ma'am?".
"Show that man to his room!"
"This way,sir" Saadia pointed Amadeus towards some stairs. "So, you are back?" she commented with a smile.
"Well, looks like my engagements are to be taken a night back." Amadeus explained as they approached the room door.
"Here you are ,sir. There is a bottle of ale on the table and clean clothes in the wardrobe. We are happy to accommodate you.."
As she was turning to leave, Amadeus grabbed her forearm, much to her surprise. "Might I ask what time do you stop working, Saadia?"
Gazing her arm and Amadeus' eye she replied cunningly "In just an hour, sir"
"Well, I really like the ale before sleep, but I hate drinking alone..." Amadeus said in a rather suggestive manner.
Saadia's playful sight now became lustful. "I'll be here....sir" she slowly nodded, and left, after Amadeus let her arm free. The latter, gave yet another look at the girls butts, and entered the room. He did pour some ale to drink alone anyway, while removing his heavy furs, and wore the lighter clothes that were indeed in the wardrobe. He lied in the bed waiting for Saada to show up, but soon lost himself in thoughts regarding his mission, his tasks, the long road ahead. It felt like a month passed since he entered Skyrim, and yet he had done nothing. He barely managed to find Lydia, and still he had to wait until morning to start his trip to Riften. Then he had to do all this stuff with Maven and the Guild, the Stormcloaks, The Thalmor and on and on.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door knocked. He quickly turned his sight, alarmed by any possible danger, having almost forgotten about the treasure from Hammerfell that was snooping around....
The door opened, to reveal Saadia holding a key in her right hand. "I didn't give you the spare key,sir, I am terribly....sorry."
Had an hour already passed? "And I didn't really invite you for a drink, I am terribly..... sorry?"
He lifted the blanket to make room for one more, as Saadia was approaching, removing the buttons in the back of her dress...
