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The Lost Knife Hideout Adventure

Here we have the expedition from the Wobbly Goblet Inn to Lost Knife Hideout across the border in Skyrim. The plan was hatched in the Goblet somewhere right around here.

[Darkness Eternal]

Here we go. The partnership time.

Vera long ago decided that this was the worst part of the job; working with others irritated her; she had always been a lone worker. Part of this to blame was the reason other people tended to screw up when coin was to be made.

But time again she reminded herself that working with Aravi at least wouldn’t be bad. She knew the woman wanted her in the team out of necessity rather than any other reason. She and Kayla were friends, and so were Darnand and the new woman, Salyan. But her? She was wanted for her skills, not for her to abilities to throw snowballs or do group hugs in the midst of something important. But what does she know? She had no childhood, and if she did it was just as vague as remembering a dream that happened years ago.

She was just along for the ride and of course to get a fat coin purse by the end of the journey. The other half of the pay, anyways and this suited her just perfect.

She learned that she was going to be working alongside Aravi while Kayla, (unsurprisingly considering their conversation last night) would go with Darnand.

Though she didn’t think too much of it Vera suspected the reason. Kayla must hate her. Perhaps for drowning that absent-minded thrall back at the cavern's entrance and giving her a word of warning that she should kill or risk being killed. If that was why she clenched her fists so loud that Vera could hear it, then that must be part of the reason.

This was one of the reason she hated working with others. People spent too much time brooding about the past grievances, keeping old scores. Holding grudges, and grudges that were born out of non-sensible feelings. That kind of emotion always interferes with true rationality.

She never held much grudges, not unless her pay was being personally affected. She knew how some men were with their coin; it was a characteristic of greed and a tight-fist. There had been times when she'd needed to take extreme measures to get paid for the completion of a task, and even when she did she was given a low pay or sometimes, none at all. Those same times she’d been threatened to leave the area, empty handed, or face the steel of a handful of loyal bodyguards or housecarls.

In that case, keeping score was more than just a petty feeling. It was necessary. She doesn’t work for free and payment either had to be in blood or coin. If word got out that she was betrayed with no qualms, then she was no longer a woman to be feared and a woman that was not feared was not respected, and that led to others not hiring her. When buisiness was damaged, things had to be taken to violent levels.

She didn’t doubt one bit Kayla would be bold enough to try something. She’s good at reading people and despite the woman’s puerile behavior she was quite dangerous. She knew sticking with Aravi would be the best idea.

Kayla was Aravi’s friend and she’d rather not get into a deadly confrontation with her. Bad for business, and a considerable sum subtracted from her pay. Considerable sum meaning every last septim.

If they weren’t friends, and if Aravi didn’t have any connections with the Altmer woman then it didn’t matter. If the woman retaliated for whatever emotion-based reason that was the highlight of a typical woman, she’d do whatever she could to escape the place alive, leave the adversary’s body for the wolves.

She couldn’t fault a woman for being angry, though. She had her own weaknesses as well. The random anger problems, the uncontrollable rage and fury.

I’m still working on that, Vera said in her mind. Lycanthropy takes a toll on one's mind. When one walks hand in hand with the beast, things always goes wrong and turn violent. Always.

Right now she just hoped nothing would go wrong. As long as they keep their mouths shut and she holds her own tongue, there is nothing to worry about.

Kayla passed on the potions to those who wanted it, but Vera took no part. Part of her mind came across the idea that the woman might be brave enough to try and poison her.

That would be something, Vera mused. Poisons don’t do much damage to lycanthropes unless they have essence of nightshade and wolfsbane. Then she wouldn’t choke to death but her organs would burn and her ribcages would weaken until the point of breaking.

But she’s more nord than anything, so that wasn’t likely.

Her thoughts and her head focused on Aravi. The woman’s skill was prodigious for one so thin. She was a huntress herself; killing vampires in a trade, perhaps getting paid for it.

Though this wasn’t what interested Vera. It was something else. Something she’d discovered the night she first walked in the Goblet and the woman was sitting down eating, wet from the rain.

"You should go ahead first," Vera said to Darnand behind her helmet. Her head turned to Aravi. "Ready when you are."

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Sep 24 2013, 01:16 AM