Sara: "Hmmm, managed to sneak past the bandits outside..."

 

 

Sara: "...but I think these two will require a different approach."

 

 

Sara: "Hiya! I've been asked to come in and fetch a weapon for one of the guys outside."

 

 

Sara: "Ah - I guess it must be that bow on the ground over there..."

Male Bandit: "Ummmm.....sure.....take it out to them."

 

 

Female Bandit: "Have you ever seen her before?!"

 

 

Male Bandit: "Nope. I'd have remembered that ass!"

 

 

Sara: "You like my ass, huh? That's funny, cuz it's time to kiss yours goodbye!"

 

 

Male Bandit: "GACK.....!!!"

 

 

Female Bandit: "WHAT THE....... Who the hell ARE you?!"

 

 

Sara: "I'm fate. Someone who just happened to walk into the Riverwood Trader right after you robbed it..."

 

 

Sara: "I'm your worst nightmare!"

 

 

Female Bandit: "............"

 

 

Sara: "That takes care of the scum...."

 

 

Sara: "...now time to find that golden claw."

Sara: "Hmmmm, I don't like this. The corridor seems to end here."

 

 

Sara: "A dead end? Great..."

 

 

Sara: "Wait...did I just hear a voice?! Maybe there is a way forward after all."

 

 

Sara: "Just gotta clear this webbing out of the way. It looks like there is a large cavern back here..."

 

 

Sara: "Wow...this is unexpected!"

 

 

Sara: "This is massive. And is that a person over there?!"

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "Thank the divines! OVER HERE!!! Girl, come quick - free me from these bindings!"

 

 

Sara: "Why do I feel like this is a trap?"

 

 

Sara: "Give me one good reason why I should help you as opposed to putting an arrow in your throat, Bandit filth!"

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "You little whore! Cut me down this instant! Do it NOW or i'll....."

 

 

Sara: "Or you'll what? Glare me to death?! Watch your mouth scum, you're in no position of power. Now listen to me very carefully...."

 

 

Sara: "...you're going to tell me everything you know about that claw you stole from the Riverwo....."

Arvel the Swift: "Oh gods! It's too late! We're FINISHED!"

 

 

Sara: "Hmmm....I really hope that isn't what it sounds like!"

 

 

Sara: "Oh my! You ARE a big boy, aren't you! Are you perhaps.....friendly?"

 

 

Sara: "I didn't think so!"

Sara: "Just perfect. This spider is not going to make things easy for me."

 

 

Sara: "Hmmm....I'll probably regret this..."

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "Wait...what are you doing?!"

Sara: "Protect your eyes, bandit."

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "That's done it - I'm free!"

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "So was that your plan: we both die together?!"

Sara: "Not exactly. That blade you carry - do you know how to use it?"

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "I can manage."

Sara: "Good - do what you can to keep it busy!"

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "Where in Oblivion are YOU going?"

Sara: "To pick a fight with a spider!"

Arvel the Swift: "This woman is insane!"

Sara: "Don't just stand there - distract it!"

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "HEY, SPIDER! LOOK AT ME YOU UGLY PIECE OF FILTH!"

 

 

Sara: "That's good - I'm almost there..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sara: "Use that damned sword of yours! We have to wear the beast down for it to lower its defenses..."

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "I'll bet you wished you had finished me off earlier, eh spider?! HAVE SOME OF THIS!"

 

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "Argh, the beast is too strong girl. I can only wound it..."

 

 

Sara: "You've done enough, Bandit. Stand aside and watch a professional at work. SPIDER - BEHIND YOU!"

 

 

Spider: "......"

 

 

Sara: "Time to die...."

 

 

FFFWIP!

 

 

Spider: "..........!"

 

 

Spider shrieks wildly.

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "I don't believe it - you did it! You killed it! What a shot!"

 

 

Arvel the Swift: "You know...we make a pretty good team, you and I..."

Sara: "I guess we do...."

 

 

Sara: "Now hand over that FUCKING GOLDEN CLAW!"