Shea: Well here we are, the Windhelm docks.

 

 

Shea: And I think that's your ship.

 

 

Solomia: Hmm, you couldn't get anything better?

 

 

Shea: In case you haven't noticed I'm strapped for cash and don't have enough money for luxuries.

 

 

Shea: But I'm sure when you get to Dama Sasha will treat you well, that's if she hasn't fallen in a tomb or anything. And I'm sure, she'll get you...cured.

 

 

Solomia: Wait? You're not coming?

 

 

Shea: I'm afraid not, as I said I'm strapped  for cash and-. Okay if that's how you're going to be. And Draconham isn't going to wait forever.

 

 

 

Sasha: Well Alkan clearly isn't that keen on protecting himself.

 

 

Shea: Unless he's still as good at fighting as he used to be.

 

 

Anja: From reports, he is. He has single handedly killed-

 

 

Shea: Yeah, I didn't need to hear anymore than that.

 

 

Shea: I've been out of practice for a while, but I have...something on my side.

 

 

Anja: I wouldn't go in there if I was you, I don't care what you have on your si-

 

 

Shea: Stop! Did I bring you here to lecture me?

 

 

Shea: No. I thought not. I am going in there and straight through the front door.

 

 

Shea: ...And I'm going to bring his pinched little head out on the end of a spike.

 

 

Anja: {Deep sigh} Careful with that ego.

 

 

A few moments later...

 

Shea: C'mon you can do better than that, can't you?!

 

 

Shea: Right, parry, riposte. C'mon you're guards you have to know that at least.

 

 

Shea: By Lord fucking Molag, could you get any worse?

 

 

Shea: In fact you probably could, but I'm not going to let you do that, for your sake.

 

 

Shea: Dagon's hell, I thought if I left you two seconds you couldn't make it worse, but you just left that line open!

 

 

Shea: I think that could be classed as a mercy kill after that piss poor display.

 

 

Shea: Well forward to Alkan.

 

 

 

Alkan: Well I must say you're here sooner than expected.

 

 

Shea: Well one has to be early when they have to take their home and throne back.

 

 

Alkan: You were never in line for the throne anyway and this certainly isn't your home.

 

 

Shea: Maybe not, but it will get me to my home much quicker. But I think we've been talking for long enough.

 

 

Shea: Well lets get started shall we?

 

 

Alkan: Fine, if you insist.

 

 

Shea: Well, that makes it simpler now at least.

 

 

Alkan: Well, attack Shea, start a rebellion, I dare you.

 

 

Shea: As you wish.

 

 

Alkan: Almost there little lion.

 

 

Alkan: {Clunk} Haha! Oh someone experienced in fighting should've known that.

 

 

Shea: Hyahh!

 

 

Alkan: Don't try to cut plate, it doesn't work. {Thwap!}

 

 

Shea: Aaah!

 

 

Shea: Oh fuck!

 

 

Alkan: I thought you'd be better at this Shea, I must say I'm a little disappointed given your reputation.

 

 

Shea: Well I'm lucky that I don't go down that easily.

 

 

 

Shea: C'mon, turn around you bastard.

 

 

Alkan: Ahh! I'll have you for that!

 

Shea: I doubt it.

 

 

Shea: Aahh! Dammit!

 

 

Alkan: I did say I'd have you for that cut.

 

 

Alkan: And here's something for good measure.

 

 

Shea: I thought you were a quicker learner than that.

 

 

Alkan: {Smack} 

 

 

Alkan: A shame, you had such potential. But I'm sure I can find some way to have fun with you.