Quote:Rindar?s and Rhijn?s Chronicles Volume Two
By Rindar
My friend and I were hard at work, when a Dunmer stormed in. She strode up to our counter, and whispered something in Rhijn?s ear. I was angered, and said, ?You open the door quite loudly for someone who has something to hide. My associate and I are partners, and we share our knowledge.
?She lost her husband. The imbecile went out hunting and never returned.? The Dark Elf woman snapped at my companion, ?Do not speak ill of the dead, especially one as beloved as my husband.?
We Khajiit know of the wonders of the desert more than any other, and I said, ?Do not be so sure he is dead, the desert is a strange place. Always changing, but at the same time, always there.? Rhijn piped up, ?It is a combination of what some Men and Mer call the Aedra and Daedra. I feel very sorry for the mother, Fadomai, for she must be very coarse to give birth to a desert.? The Dunmer said, ?Well, will you look for my husband? Or at least his remains.?
?That?s not our job. Why?re you contacting us?? I said. She pulled a bit of steel out of her bag, and it glimmered in the light. Rhijn grinned and said, ?We?ll do it. When do we get the payment??
?On my husbands return. Good bye.? She walked out of the shop and shut the door behind her. I turned to my friend and said, ?Why did you accept this task? She's a Dark Elf! Knowing them, she already has 5 other husbands.?
?Good thinking, maybe if we kidnap them, she'll come back and pay us more!?
?Hmm... we'll talk it over later. But to the task at hand, I guess it can't be that hard. How far can a Dunmer get in the desert?? The workday ended, and the time for searching was at hand. The legionnaire at the gates asked where we were going, for security reasons. I suppose they thought we were leaving to fence some stolen items or not, but we assured the guard we were legit, and to help people, not steal from them. I think he had enough of our bragging of our good virtue, and he let us through.
We searched until the crack of dawn, but it was no use. The winds blew any foot prints away, and prints could not be seen on the road, where a thin blanket of sand was always there. The two were heading back, and were on the streets when they heard a thump. And another. The thumping was becoming louder and more frequent each time. My friend tugged at the shirt of a nearby citizen and asked who lived in the house that the thumping was coming from. He said it was some sort of Dark Elf. I assumed it was our employer, and I assumed correctly. The citizen went on his way, and we searched the house's perimeter until we found where the thumping was coming from.
?It... it's underground, Rindar,? Rhijn said. We put our ears to the ground, and it was indeed coming from underground. However, the streets began to clutter, and we knew we had to get to work. In between customers and jobs, we were constantly thinking of how to find out what was under that house. As the moments passed, fewer and fewer people were coming in, and I decided to close the shop early. We took two shovels and made our way to the Dunmeri household, and we began digging. A few people looked at us, but most kept to their own business. We continued until we heard a loud ping. We happened to hit a stone wall; this wasn't going to be easy work. We climbed out of the hole we made, and stood in front of the house, when Rhijn pointed to something. I looked, and it was a cellar door. I smacked my friend in the head, and cursed him for not noticing it earlier!
There was a padlock on the handles, but we had fine lockpicks that wouldn't easily break, and we unlocked it. While I positioned myself on the right, my companion positioned himself to the left. We pulled at the same time to reveal a stairway leading down into a hall that went further. It was very dark, but Khajiit are gifted with sight in the dark, and we progressed.
We heard our footsteps echo, but we heard something else as well. There was a long stick lying on the ground, which we could not even see the end of! We walked for what seemed to be hours, but it must have been only 5 minutes. We found what we were looking for.
There, at our feet, lay a Dunmer man, with an obviously broken leg. He smelled of a shoddy tavern in what would be the old Senchal-which of course is a beautiful place now. The man was unconscious, and Rhijn pawed him in the face to try to wake him up, and eventually we heard him groan. He opened his eyes and looked around, and feared us first. He tried to get up and run away, but this resulted in more pain. I asked, ?Don?t worry, we are friends. What is your name, and your story??
And, with a trembling voice, he recounted what happened. His name was Fendel. He said he was going out hunting to his wife, which was just a lie. Every time he said that, he would always slip into the nearby tavern, buy some drinks, get some meat to uphold the illusion, then go back home. This time, he had far too much drink, and instead of going in the house, he went in the cellar. Upon stepping on the steps, he had fallen and broken his leg. He pulled himself further to where they kept their drinks, and drank a bit. The meat he bought, he ate himself.
?But why was the cellar locked? Did your wife try to do that on purpose?? Rhijn said.
?No, though some twisted fate, she thought a robber had been inside, and she locked the door thinking to starve him.?
I cut in, ?Well, it?s good to see you alive and mostly healthy. Now come on, I?ll carry you and we?ll notify your wife of your return.?
The trio knocked on the house door, and the very same Dunmer woman that spoke to them this morning appeared. She was barely dressed, and it was obvious we had woken her up. But her eyes lit up at the sight of Fendel, and took him in the house. Words were exchanged, and then she returned to the door, a bit more dressed, and gave us a variety of metals and materials. She thanked us, and shut the door.
We returned to our shop and our house, and went to sleep straight on the floor, for it was already the next day and we were VERY tired! Even Khajiit needs rest.
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