The Sabers tooth (Chapter l)
"Are we there yet?" Diane groaned, obviously exhausted from the winding roads of her first long expedition, in truth, we were all tired, and sore. The carriage driver had spared no expense in making his cart as uncomfortable as possible, and with his lame mare, it felt as if the trip would have been quicker on foot. "Does it look like we're there, idiot?" Hilda retorted, a mix of frustration and wear in her voice. "Hush now, both of you, we'll get there soon enough." my words sounding more of a question then truth. "Of course," Quinn interjected enthusiastically, "Markarth is just on the other side of this mountain, shouldn't take more then ten minutes." Thank the divines.
"I can't wait. I'm SO hungry" I scoffed, Diane always was a glutton. "I just want a bed," Hilda exclaimed, stretching her legs out onto my lap. "We DO have beds right?" "Well..." Oh no, he didn't. "You and Diane are going to have to share a bed for a little while, sorry" Hilda didn't even seem fazed by his words, I doubt she even had the energy to pitch a fit.
The gates of Markarth seemed so foreign, so alien. As old as the city is, it was as if it was never meant to be there in the first place. The city felt like something you would see in your dreams, with a unique and strange beauty. It would have been amazing, had it not been for the people. As we walked along the street, nobody would greet us, or even look us in the eyes. The atmosphere made me feel uneasy, and I had hoped that it was just my imagination playing games with me.
As we walked up the steps to Vlindrel Hall, I saw an older gentleman approaching us. "Quinn, it's good to see you again friend." "Thongvor, likewise my friend. How have you been?" "Dealing with that damned Thalmor puppet has been quite stressful" "Puppet?" I inquired, immediately regretting as the words escaped my lips. I've known men long enough to know what they want, and this man was less discreet then most. I watched as his eyes violated me and fought the urge to hide behind Quinn and Stoik. "And who are you?" "This is my wife, Fiona" "Pleasure to meet you ma'am, I'm talking about Igmund, the 'Jarl', so he claims, he's a figurehead, a coward. He will fall soon enough,and the Silver-Blood family will take what belongs to us, believe that." "Well Thongvor, I hate to end this conversation like this, but were all quite tired, I'll see you tomorrow?" "Of course my friend," His eyes meeting mine one last time before turning around. "I'm sure we'll all speak again soon enough."
"Who was that man?" Stoik asked, clearly suspicious of him. "That was Thongvor Silver-Blood, they own the mine here in Markarth." "I don't trust him" For reasons I dare not say out loud. Quinn sighed softly as he wrapped his arm around my waist. "Just stay out of his way, the Silver-Bloods are the law."
To those who read this, thank you for your time. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also a small warning, this story is going to get rather dark soon enough. I hope that doesn't offend you all. As always leave a comment if you enjoy my work, I'm the type of person who gets motivated when I know people enjoy what I do.
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