Right. I have some catching up to do! Shame on me!
Chapter Four: Odd twist of fate alright. Looks like someone ate a nice dose of payback as Ralof took care of her! You know, I have to confess that I am starting to like Valrimor. He's just one of those characters that stick to you and is fun to read about. His sarcasm, as an example, is wonderful!
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“No, I would rather stay here and finish this wine,” I replied, “but lead on sir.” I replied with a flourishing gesture toward the door.
The name of the chapter . . . I can only read it with a sexy deep voice. Yes . . . closer . . . into the bowels.
Chapter five: Imperials, and spiders, and bears. I can see where this is going.
A relief that he found some arrows, and an Imperial bow from the archer. He won't be needing that any longer

"More for me."
Damn right!
The battle was well-written and I loved Valrimor's self monologue and the bear scene. Shot the thing in her hind quarters with spider venom. It is potent stuff, indeed!
Interlude: My writing style of often like this. I personally enjoy it that way. I just find the use of first person narration difficult, but it certainly gives us a tale through the eyes of the character.
Now, what I love about this chapter here was a good description of what the world was like after the fall of the septims. War is out there and the world is left a nastier place than it was before. Though going by lore, corruption of guards and authorities have always been in the ES. Especially in the Waterfront District in the Imperial City, and I am quite sure everywhere else would have the fare shares of dirty guards. But you're spot on that war creates chaos, and breeds thievery and murder and bandits!
Here we see tavern brawls, broken lutes and Cyrodiilic brandy! Ah . . . a tavern is a tavern, isn't it? No matter where you go! Hehe!
So we get a glimpse of his mother, eh? Awesome. More backstory on his character and history that I've been dying to see. I will return to continue and catch up on him! Enjoying read so far!

And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”