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[Grits]

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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.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla's body trembled. Her skin prickled, the fine hairs on her body raised and standing at attention, despite the continuous and vigorous attention Kayla paid to warming her skin. She was so cold, her hair ached. The fire did a lot to help, but she was chilled to the bone. In these few short moments she had been there, she had been thinking.

She crawled to her armor, slowly with an aching body, and turned it inside out. It was still freezing, the water still dripping from it. She tried her best to wring the armor of the water, the water running down her arms and splashing onto the ground. Her teeth chattered loudly and new shivers wracked her body. Her thin, strong frame trembled harder.

Her stomach growled, and she looked around the tent, huddling closer to the fire. She propped her armor up, leaving the stiff chitin pointing away from the fire and the cloth inside towards the heat of the fire to help dry the inside. She ran her fingers through her damp hair.

Never again will I turn down a hot bath, she thought. I'm gonna have myself a large meal when I get back to-

Her thought was cut off when she heard a soft shuffling on the outside of the tent. She froze, quieting her ragged breathing. her exhausted body tensed, her senses alive again.

She heard a soft hiss, and the shadow of a Falmer danced on the wall outside. A second later, a pale, wretched monstrosity entered the tent, its steps careful, head cocked upwards, sniffing the air. Kayla held her breath, and for a moment, as the head turned towards her, her heart pounded so loud, she thought the Falmer would be able to hear her. When it turned out of the tent and crept away, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

She quietly crawled over to Dawnbreaker and reached for it. She let out a gasp of surprise and pain when a hard object hit her cheek, then a slash of pain ripped across her face. She fell backwards as a cold hand gripped her throat and threw her onto her back.

She saw the blade coming. The creeping Falmer had nothing on his person besides the dinky dagger now pressed against her throat, and his loincloth. But the combination of exhaustion and the putrid stench of the Mer's breath made her want to vomit. The Falmer held her there after assessing she had no weapons in her hands. Blood dripped from the scratch on her face, though none got in her eyes, luckily. Three angry gashes from the Falmer's ragged claws screamed in anguish from her left cheek to her chin, missing her lips.

She began to look for an escape. She'd heard of adventurers coming back with tales of Falmer thralls, human and mer brainwashed to serve the twisted creatures. She didn't plan on allowing that to happen. She knew better than to wrestle the dagger from the creature. Her best option was killing in one blow. Unfortunately, that was also her noisiest option.

She took a deep breath and summoned a fireball, a new rush of will and magick coming to her aid.