Shea: Windhelm, doesn't seem so far now, and Kynsegrove isn't far from Windhelm.

 

 

Shea: Not long now.

 

 

Shea: C'mon girl, don't slow down now.

 

 

Shea: I don't have time for that.

 

 

Shea: Actually, we both don't have time for that.

 

 

Hours later...

 

Shea: Kynsegrove isn't far now.

 

 

Shea: Couple of hours at most.

 

 

An hour later...

 

Shea: Kynsegrove.

 

 

Shea: Finally, now lets hope they have a job for me at least.

 

 

Shea: What has always confused me though.

 

 

Shea: There's only an inn.

 

 

Shea: And three tents, yet there's ten miners here all the time.

 

 

Shea: Well, I better get into that inn.

 

 

Shea: They have to have something for me, right?

 

 

Shea: Well this is a nice little inn.

 

 

Shea: Wouldn't be my choice of decor, but who am I to judge.

 

 

Shea: Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any work would you?

 

 

Innkeep: Sorry I...no we don't have any.

 

 

Citizen: Oh just tell her!

 

 

Innkeep: Fine, we've had a few problems at our burial ground. Some spirits have been disturbed.

 

 

Innkeep: We can't even visit our dead anymore.

 

 

Innkeep: We need your help, please.

 

 

Shea: I can help, but how much are you paying?

 

 

Innkeep: Fifty septims if you find what's wrong, two hundred if you get rid of it.

 

 

Shea: Well that burial ground is as good as safe.

 

 

Hours of travelling later...

 

Shea: Well that's not a good sight, and neither was that walk.

 

 

Shea: Now I think some wolves have had a feast here.

 

 

Shea: Well, maybe it isn't some spirits haunting the place after all, what a surprise.

 

 

Shea: Well, at least I know what to expect.

 

 

Shea: It's better than what I get most of the time.

 

 

Shea: Fresh blood and bones, the pack must definitely be inside.

 

 

Shea: I swear if this takes me more than five minutes I'm gonna ask for five hundred septims.

 

 

Shea: There's two, and...one has already seen me.

 

 

Shea: C'mon then.

 

 

Shea: Yarrghh!

 

 

Shea: And that makes two.

 

 

Shea: There can't be many more right?

 

 

Shea: No, I was wrong, this is a large pack of wolves.

 

 

Shea: Oh I haven't fought like this for a long time!

 

 

Shea: I have to say I'm liking it.

 

 

Shea: I'm still confused as to where there's the burial ground.

 

 

Shea: Oh shit!

 

 

Shea: How do you like this, huh?

 

 

Shea: Damn spriggans!

 

 

Shea: Why do they have to move so quickly!

 

 

Shea: Arrghh! 

 

 

Shea: (Now that's a good strike.)

 

 

Shea: Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be.

 

 

Shea: I admit though, I didn't think I'd see a spriggan, I guess that's what the 'spirit' was.

 

 

Shea: There's still a lot more to go through though.

 

 

Shea: Still, where is this burial grou-

 

 

Shea: Oh, here it is.

 

 

Wolves: (Snarling)

 

 

Shea: Still even more?

 

 

Shea: Oh gods another spriggan, I thought they'd learn their lesson.

 

 

Shea: Yargh!

 

 

Shea: Oh a fucking bear!

 

 

Shea: How do I deal with these again?!

 

 

Shea: Oh right, I remember!

 

 

Shea: (I'm glad they don't know how to deal with weapons.)

 

 

Shea: (Now for a killing blow)

 

 

Shea: Well that could've gone far better, but it didn't go wrong so I shouldn't complain. Also Kynsegrove needs to pay me at least one thousand septims for this shit.

 

 

Shea: Now, where next?

 

 

A few minutes later...

 

Shea: Well this clearly wasn't eaten by wolves, bites are too large.

 

 

Shea: Oh not another one.

 

 

Shea: I'm gonna make it a personal duty to make you go fucking extinct!

 

 

Shea: And you're gonna be a great start to that!

 

 

Shea: Gargghh!

 

 

Shea: One more thing and I'm gonna stab a bitch.

 

 

Shea: Well that's the entrance, so I think I'm just about safe. (Why did you say that, that's asking for something to kill you.)

 

 

A minute later...

 

Shea: What's going on here?

 

 

Thalmor Justicar: Rose you're wanted in every province, now come with us and you won't be harmed...yet.

 

 

Rose: I don't think you understand, I don't give a fuck!

 

 

Thalmor Justicar: What you want doesn't matter, you're property of the Thalmor now!

 

 

Rose: Oh I don't care, you really don't like to listen do you?

 

 

Rose: And all those accusations are fake, well most of them!

 

 

Justicar #1: Just listen, and stop being a bitch, come with us, now.

 

 

Justicar #2: She won't come, it'll be easier to take her head.

 

 

Rose: Okay lets let this simmer down a little.

 

 

Thalmor Justicar: Fine we can take her head, that might be easier.

 

 

Justicar #1: Sir are you sure? Elenwyn wouldn't be pleased.

 

 

Thalmor Justicar: You're under my command do as you're told.

 

 

Rose: God you can't even handle yourselves, never-mind me.

 

 

Shea: Hey, what's going on here?!

 

 

Thalmor Justicar: Apprehending a criminal, guilty of murder, mass debauchery, bestiality and necrophilia.

 

 

Shea: Well I ain't really helping, but I can't let you take her.

 

 

Rose: No really, I have this un-

 

 

Justicar #2: Great somebody else's head I'm going to have to take.

 

 

Shea: You're going to have to take it from me.

 

 

Thalmor Justicar: Ugghh. Deal with her.

 

 

Rose: Well that's flattering.

 

 

Thalmor Justicar: Don't get too excited, she won't win easily.

 

 

Shea: C'mon I thought you justicars would be far better!

 

 

Shea: Yarghh!

 

 

Shea: Don't try that shit Thalmor bastard!

 

 

Shea: And you?! Enjoy this!

 

 

Shea: (Please get through)

 

 

Justicar #1: Arrgghhh!

 

 

Shea: Yeah I'm gonna need the sword back.

 

 

Shea: And you, well this is an old trick from Magister Helena!

 

 

Shea: Oh why do they never remember to protect themselves from deflections?

 

 

Shea: Now as much as I love fighting.

 

 

Shea: I'd like to know a little about you.

 

 

Rose: Well I'll take what you're thinking as a compliment.

 

 

Rose: Really though, Rose, High Enchantress of Cyrodil, well a few hundred years ago I was.

 

 

Shea: So you're a vampire then? Nobody else could live that long.

 

 

Rose: You know, you should really stop thinking about fucking me.

 

 

Shea: I thi- Wait what?!

 

 

Rose: I'm an enchantress, of course I can read your mind, even if you're a vampire.

 

 

Rose: But I think we've waited long enough here in the middle of the road. I think we should head to an inn or tavern.

 

 

Shea: So maybe you know where we should go, given you can read minds.

 

 

Rose: Of course I know, you're thinking of the Drunken Huntsman right?

 

 

Shea: That's actually right, shall we go then?

 

 

Shea: Oh and stop reading my mind, I don't like it.

 

 

Rose: I can't promise I won't do it once or twice.

 

 

Rose: But I guess that'll just have to do won't it?

 

 

Two hours later in Whiterun...

 

Shea: So, how did you end up there?

 

 

Rose: Well, it began in Cyrodil when they found me, conducting some necromancy. For an experiment of course.

 

 

Rose: They jumped to conclusions quickly and...well you can guess the rest.

 

 

Shea: Well I heard the accusations they made.

 

 

Rose: That's all you need to hear concerning that, it was bad, I lost my position in the Mage's guild and...well now I have the Thalmor tracking my every move.

 

 

Shea: Not too pleasant I imagine.

 

 

Rose: Right, it's worse than the time the Dawnguard were hunting me. Better than the Vigilants of Stendarr when they were after me. 

 

 

Rose: Yeah with the whole Dawnguard situation, I wasn't lucky enough to get a tomb, so I had to live it out.

 

 

Shea: Well I still don't feel good about a century in a tomb, trust me it will have been nicer on the outside.

 

 

Rose: Well if you say so.

 

 

Rose: Although I could've done with a century long sleep.

 

 

Rose: Well at least you don't have to sleep much right?

 

 

Shea: Oh I wish!

 

 

Rose: Well maybe it was better to be outside, at least I didn't have to be bored for what I bet felt like an eternity.

 

 

Rose: Well we've got all night to catch up, so lets get on with it shall we?