Before we begin
Thanks for taking the time to click on this story. Be aware that not everything will be lore-friendly but I'll be trying my best to capture the TES lore into everything that requires it. I'll also be taking some a lot of liberties when it comes to fights and how magic works but nothing too grand. I initially intended this to be a retelling of my heavily-modded Skyrim playthrough and so it will be envisioned as such. (Seranaholic? Yes.)

Also, this is my first ever fanfic. Do let me know if I mess up anywhere or if anything feels rushed. Hope you enjoy!

Special thanks to the people at Bethesda who own the rights to the game c:


Winter was fast approaching. The cool evening wind and the plentiful snow meant normal people stayed inside, keeping warm in a cozy fire and away from the harsher outdoor elements. For the not-so-normal people, bad weather simply meant shady business was easier to conduct.

But for these two, it was just another one of those days.

"Do we really have to sneak in? You know I'm horrible at this." A hushed female voice whispered to her partner as they slowly approached a bandit-occupied fort near the border of Whiterun and The Pale. The soft sound of crunching grass and snow was audible underneath her voice.

"Come on Serana, it wouldn't be fun otherwise." A man replied confidently, his voice slightly quivering as a cold gust of wind touched his face and penetrated his very core. His thick, gray fur cloak wasn't doing him any favors.

"Yeah, you sound like you're having a great time." She replied bluntly.

"We have no idea how many of them are inside and I don't feel like entertaining any surprises.." He tightened the cloth mask he had around his face in a futile attempt to protect himself from the winter winds. Serana gave an exasperated sigh.

"The bounty says there should be around eight to ten bandits holed up in that fort, Janus. We've fought off crypts worth of draugr, two dragons simultaneously over a frozen lake and an entire castle of vampires. You can practically do this in your sleep if you wanted to." Serana said. The two of them have been through a lot; stopping the whole Tyranny of the Sun prophecy was perhaps the most extreme adventure Serana has ever had in centuries, but she knows Janus went through much more than she gives him credit for. Not that she was there to bear any witness to it.

"I just want to be sure." He replied, the tone in his voice growing more serious. "Trust me, okay? I don't want any accidents." He looked at Serana who was lagging behind him, her crimson eyes making contact with his. Serana could sense a story of a past experience from him, but this was neither the place nor the time to bring that up.

"Alright. I trust you." She said. They slowly pressed forward towards the old fort: three tall walls surrounded the fort while two large doors blocked the the perimeter was an interior compound that consisted of an empty stable, the main structure and a mine entrance that lead inside the mountain that the fort was strategically built next to. The base of the main building itself was rectangular in shape but a large, cylindrical tower was standing dead in the center. Torch light was emanating from one of the open windows in the upper floors.

Torches were propped up several points across the fort battlements. Janus counted three bowmen guarding the walls and a swordsman patrolling the woods outside of the walls. He went prone on the snow and motioned for Serana to come closer and do the same, to which she promptly complied.

"Damn, gate's probably barred from the inside." Janus quietly exclaimed.

"An astute observation, Dragonborn" Serana teased sarcastically, earning herself a glare and a grumble from the legendary warrior.

"Not helping."

He heard her mumble an apology. "Anyway, I need to get up that wall."

"Well, I'm a vampire, not a troll. You can't expect me to give you a lift up there with all that crap you're carrying." Serana retorted while gesturing towards Janus.

He wore a set of dark leather armor with a pair of steel-plated gauntlets and his thick hooded cloak over his back. On his midsection were a pair of belts: one to keep his armor fastened and another to hold his potions. Several pouches containing assorted alchemical ingredients rested along his waistline. A bandolier with several small throwing knives was strapped diagonally across his chest while a sleek, double-edged ebony longsword was sitting in its scabbard that was strapped to his left hip; a gift he received from a friend that visited Morrowind. Serana wore the usual adventuring attire she used every time she went out.

Janus's loadout was in stark contrast to his usual heavy blade and plate armor, but he thought he could try getting used to running lighter armor. It wasn't like he was going to war again this time, anyway.

"But I do know who can" Serana said, pointing at the lone and conveniently placed sentry outside the walls.

"Oh, I see...Zombie?"

"Zombie. Let's go to work, shall we?"

Janus brought up his left hand and his silver sapphire ring flared to life, effectively granting him more magicka. Though he was terrible at almost every school of magic there was, he started to cast a Muffle spell on himself and Serana as they went into position.

The pair hugged the eastern wall near the patrolling bandit and away from the archers, using the darkness and light snowfall as cover. Janus sprinted towards the oblivious bandit with his muffled footsteps and in one smooth motion, he jabbed one of his knives through his target's neck and slung him onto his shoulder. He carried the corpse back to Serana for reanimation. Purple energy poured from the vampire and unto the corpse and just like that, the once human being was repurposed into a mindless tool. Blood was still seeping out of the wound on its neck. The zombie moaned quietly, like they always do.

"Give me a minute or two." Janus said as he retreated for a running start. The zombified bandit was propped against the wall, poised to give the warrior a boost to the other side. Janus sprinted towards the thrall, and in a coordinated maneuver, he was thrown upwards towards the edge of the wall. He grabbed on and pulled himself up to the other side where the other bandits were too complacent to watch. Serana crossed her arms, rested her back against the wall and let her partner do the work. She knew he was nimble but she never thought he could pull that off.

Janus sprinted towards the nearest bandit and made short work of him. He silently laid the body down unto the cold stone and plucked the recurve bow from its dead hands. He grabbed a pair of arrows from the quiver on the floor and took aim and two perfectly placed shots later, the outer perimeter of the fort was clear. He ran towards the barred gate and opened it. Serana and her zombie waltzed inside.

"You good?" Janus asked.

"Yeah. Nice work, but that felt way too convenient. We should go inside. Anywhere is better than out here in this weather." Serana marched on ahead and went inside the fort as her zombie disintegrated into dust, leaving Janus alone with the wind.

"Huh" He had a bad feeling about this. Gaining entry to the compound was a lot easier than he expected.

Serana brushed the snow off her shoulders and stood near a torch sconce inside the main building's antechamber, placing her hands near the fire. She was never bothered much by the cold but she would much rather be warm. The door behind her opened and Janus entered. He pulled back his hood and took off his mask. Serana examined his features: he had short, light brown hair that resembled a military cut that was left to grow a few inches, and a light stubble was starting to form around his pointed yet pronounced jawline. He was in his mid 20's, similar to Serana from before she was turned but the light scarring across his face and the weariness in his restless eyes gave him a more matured look. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders but despite it's toll, he still looked rather dashing.

His time as Dragonborn hasn't been kind to him despite him being everything but mean to people around him. He was a man of compassion but when the situation required, his enemies would know unrelenting fury. Janus was nice enough to offer Serana a room to stay in at his many properties across the province after the Dawnguard respectfully turned down her request for lodging at the headquarters. She was disappointed at Isran, of course, but rules were rules: No vampires. She packed the last of her belongings from Castle Volkihar and left with Janus. Despite being given the freedom to stay in whichever hold that Janus had a house in, Serana often stayed in Whiterun with Lydia whenever Janus had important business to attend to by himself. Otherwise, she went wherever he did.

Admittedly, she doesn't know much about his past despite preventing an ancient, evil prophecy together over the span of a month and actually living with him for the next few weeks afterwards. There wasn't much time to get to know each other back then, especially since hostile vampires and other surprises would often spring up in the most unexpected of times but now that the world wasn't in any immediate or apparent danger, her curiosity began to reach it's peak.

They were close enough friends to tease and bicker with each other but they never got personal; she would gladly entrust her life in his hands and she knows he would do the same, but what he said to her father as they confronted him in the Volkihar Chapel has been on the back of her head ever since.

'She's too important to me!' She recalled Janus yell at Harkon before they fought to the death. A light blush crept across her pale cheeks before Janus called out to her, waking her up from her daydream.

"Something the matter, Serana?" She snapped back into consciousness after hearing Janus who was already positioned by the entrance to the next room.

"No I'm...I'm fine..." She shook herself awake as he slowly moved towards her.

"I know this job is a bit too plain for us but these guys have been terrorizing these ro-"

"What? No, it's not that." Serana cut him off. She could feel her undead heart beat ever so slightly faster as he got closer.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really. Not now, at least."

"Are you sure?" Janus asked. "I am sure, Janus. Let's just get this over with and head back home."

There was a hint of frustration in her voice which confused Janus, but she flashed a tiny smile his way. Serana wasn't usually this finicky or irritable unless it involved giant spiders or sunlight being shone directly into her face. Her quiet frustration was almost palpable, and it bothered him.

"Alright, let's talk later then." He pulled the door towards him and stepped into the next room. It was a large, circular, chandelier-lit hall with a small campfire in the center and a roasting spit placed near a fireplace in one side; a short corridor leading to a staircase was on the other side of the hall, and small cages were neatly lined around its edges, with some men, women and a few children laying inside each. It took a while, but Janus's eyes widened. One of the cages was empty save for a pile of bloody bones, and he noticed a big, odd smelling barrel next to it.

"What in Oblivion is this" He whispered as Serana caught a glimpse of the scene and was unable to mask her surprise.

"Well, I wasn't expecting this, that's for sure." Her lips remained parted in surprise, her fangs peeking from the corners of her mouth. The scene reminded her of home, and not in a good way. Janus went straight to one of the cages and immediately began checking at the bodies.

Serana heard a rumbling noise from behind the door. She checked on it, only to find out it's been barred from the other side.

"Shit. Our exit is blocked."

"I knew something was wrong about this place." Janus fumbled around with his lockpicks, trying hard not to break any more of them as he tried to open one of the cages. He reached for his longsword as he heard footsteps approach them from the other side of the room.

"Would you look at that boys" One of the five men barked. He wore nothing but a studded kilt and a large belt across his abdomen. The rest were clad in similar get ups but with varied belts and harnesses. "More dinner!" His crew chuckled while they slowly fanned out.

"Really? Cannibals?" Janus stood up, put up his hood over his head and flourished his blade. "I hope you like the taste of salt, 'cause I'm pretty sweaty right now." He assumed a combat stance while Serana walked to his side, spells on both hands at the ready.

"How's about you give us the girl? We'll make sure she has a good time before she dies screaming" Serana winced in disgust as her eyes flared up. "I'd love to see you try, maggot" Serana retorted. More obnoxious chuckling came from the men. Janus assessed the situation and began plotting how to take them out as easily as possible.

The bandits were lightly armored and completely unarmed, which alarmed him even more. 'It's either all of them were magic users or they're really confident with their fists' he thought, right before they simultaneously started transforming.

Their bodies started to twist, contort and expand as jet-black fur started growing and long claws began to protrude from their hands. The sound of clanging metal hitting the floor echoed through the hall as their armor fell from their bodies.

'Or they could all be werewolves. Of course.' He sighed.

"Nothing is ever simple with you around, is it?" Serana commented nonchalantly. At this point, she was already used to surprises.

"Let's do this" Janus breathed out. Shortly, a spike of ice tore through the air and lodged itself into one of the werewolves that were mid-transformation. The spike buried itself in its target's shoulder but had little effect. The pack snarled and growled at the pair before letting out a deafening and disorienting howl.

"WULD!" Janus flung himself forwards and plunged his longsword straight into the pack leader's stomach. He placed a palm on his sword's cross guard and rotated it clockwise, causing the wolf to vomit blood on top of him.

"Ugh, gros-" His comment was cut when he saw two other wolves leap at him. Janus let go of his sword, leaving it stuck in the beast's belly and rolled out of the way, causing the two to hit the dying pack leader. He regained his posture and took two knives from his bandolier and wielded one in each hand, preparing himself for the inevitable onslaught.

'This isn't going according to plan' He thought.

Serana kept shooting more ice spikes towards the other two werewolves that went for her, aiming for their legs. She incapacitated one wolf with a clean shot to the knee, pulverizing the bone and severing its leg; the werewolf passed out from the pain but the other got a little too close for comfort. It charged at Serana and hit her with a strong backhand that sent her flying, hitting a wall. She yelped out in pain caused by the impact as she bounced unto the floor.

"Serana!" Janus shouted while dancing between claw swipes.

Serana grunted and scrambled to get herself up and saw the werewolf was getting ready to pounce on her. It leapt through the air but landed on empty concrete as Serana slid underneath the beast. She climbed on to its back and grasped its head with both hands. She channeled the bite of winter through her palms and started to freeze the panicking werewolf's head until it fell silent. It's snout shattered as it crashed to the ground, leaving half a face behind. Serana dropped on to the stone floor, trying to get her bearings straight.

Janus watched the scene unfold, smirking at the uncharacteristically agile feat the vampire had just managed to perform but that one second he spent looking away gave his opponents enough of an opening. One werewolf managed to hit him in the chest with it's claws, ripping his leather armor apart and scratching his skin, causing mild bleeding from three separate gashes. He mentally noted that light armor isn't as sturdy as the heavy armor he was used to wearing.

The other tackled him into the ground and tried to bite off his neck but he blocked the beast's mouth with his steel gauntlet. He struggled with the werewolf biting down on him as he tried to not lose his cool. Meanwhile, Serana had finished recovering from her tussle with one of the wolves and started flinging ice spikes towards the others. As the wolves were distracted, Janus jammed one of his knives into the werewolf's eye and wrestled himself away, rolling away from the two of them.

"IIZ SLEN" His Thu'um thundered outwards, freezing both adversaries into solid ice. Janus shakily headed towards his longsword that was still embedded in the pack leader as he channeled a basic healing spell with his left hand to close his wounds. He kicked the corpse off his sword, held it by the sharp end and attempted to shatter the frozen werewolves by hitting them with the thick cross guard.

He hit the head of one of the frozen wolves, smashing it to bits and leaving a bloody stump behind as the body keeled over. He approached the other wolf, however, it managed to break through the ice covering its body, much to the Dragonborn's surprise. The wolf took a moment to compose itself and tried to maul Janus but as it swiped its claws, the Dragonborn retaliated by forcefully smacking the werewolf's hand away with his armored gauntlet, causing the beast to roar and reel down unto the floor in pain. An audible crack was heard as the bones of the werewolf's hand were pulverized by the counter-attack.

Serana was awestruck at her friend's reflexes and just stood at her spot as Janus approached the werewolf. He held his longsword by the grip and the base of its blade and thrusted it through the werewolf's skull, silencing it. Tired and wounded, Janus fell to his knee.

"Hey!" Serana jogged towards her injured partner who was healing himself. She noticed the magic enveloping him was starting to flicker and wane, a tell tale sign that his magicka reserves were almost depleted.

She inspected his bloody chest through his damaged armor. The wounds have closed due to the spell Janus used but she knew the scars would stay there for a while. Her fingers trembled as she allowed her fingertips to be soaked in his blood that caked his ribs. Her primal instincts were kicking in again.

"You're not bleeding anymore, which is great." She let out a relieved sigh; no bleeding meant no urge to drink. Still, that didn't stop her from licking his blood off her fingers.

This wasn't the first time she tasted his blood. There was something particularly delicious about his blood compared to others that Serana just couldn't get enough of. It was enough to drive a normal vampire nuts but luckily, she's no normal vampire. She was lucky she managed to control herself when he let her drink his blood the first time.

"Are you seriously...tasting me right now?" Janus exclaimed in mild surprise but Serana didn't stop until her fingers were clean. She flashed him a smile, making sure to bear her fangs at him as a reminder of her true nature. Janus looked into her eyes and saw no ounce of shame or regret. She gave him a pat on the shoulder and helped him up.

"You'll be fine tough guy, but you'll be a bit anemic for a while. Looks like you lost a lot of blood."

Janus was confused. He could've sworn Serana was mad about something earlier but now, after a very close call, was suddenly acting all chipper. Serana was usually easy to read but this time, the way she's acting has gotten him puzzled.

"How about you? You break anything? Got hit anywhere? Your head maybe?"

"No, I think I'm good. Thanks, though." She smiled as she brushed off the dirt and carnage of her dress. "You can forget about the bodies in the cages. They're all dead." She pointed out.

Janus approached some of the cages. They all looked like travelers and caravaneers; assorted peasants and whole families that undoubtedly got ambushed on the road. Their bodies were relatively intact save for clean cuts across their necks. Clearly, they were supposed to be used as food for the pack. He didn't want to know what was inside the weird smelling barrel next to the bone pile.

Janus felt a bellowing pain deep inside his heart.

"I know what you're thinking, and you know full well that we can't save everyone." Serana snapped him back into reality. "But we can keep trying, okay?" She looked him in the eyes and nodded at him, and he nodded back.

"Not something you'd usually hear from a creature of the night." Serana shrugged it off, but deep inside she agreed.

"Come on, we should report back to Proventus." He sliced off the pack leader's hand and placed it in a big, burlap bag that he attached to his belt. Normally, an ear or a finger would be enough proof that a bandit-clearing job was finished, but he opted to just get the entire hand since this wasn't exactly a normal operation. They headed upstairs and inspected the other rooms in the tower. Deeming the fort clear, they approached the roof exit of the tower where a long ladder headed down towards the battlements was propped up, most likely used by whoever barred their original exit from the other side.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something. Something important." Serana blurted out after stepping off of the long wooden ladder.

"I'm sure you'll remember it eventually." He unfurled his map and tried to regain their bearings. They would reach Whiterun in four or so hours if they traveled on foot but judging by how low the moon was hanging, he could tell that the sun was almost up.

"We should hurry up, it's almost dawn." He noted.

"That's my line. Since when were you so scared of the sun?"

"Ever since I started travelling with a vampire."

"Oh? Is that why we've always been travelling at night every time we take one of these small jobs? You know I can tolerate sunlight right?." Serana raised her eyebrow, a smirk crossed her lips.

"I prefer the night. Besides, I'm a bit of night owl. I'd rather sleep in while the sun is out." Janus fumbled with his words for a bit.

"Oh. Sure you are." Serana's face sunk as they made their way back to the main road to Whiterun. "Hey, about what you said back then..."

"Back when what?" Janus looked back at her from his left shoulder, his voice shaking as the cold wind slammed into his chest through the gashes in his armor.

"Back when we faced my father. You said I was important to you. What did you mean by that?" She looked him dead in the eyes and Janus knew she was serious.

"One heck of a topic to bring up...let's see.." Janus paused for a few seconds, putting his left hand to his chin and his right hand over his chest. "You're smart, which makes you pretty helpful in the kinds of scenarios I tend to get caught up in. Your aptitude for magic complements my complete incompetence with it, and you can cook one hell of a beef stew." He replied slyly. "The fact that you're a vampire is also pretty neat."

"I'm serious. It's been bugging me a lot lately"

Janus was dumbfounded. 'Is that really why she's acting all weird lately? Why is she bringing this up now?'

He stopped walking and faced her. "You're my friend, Serana. My closest one, at that." He turned his body forward and pulled his mask up, but he never broke eye contact. "We've been through a lot. I promised that I'd be there for you 'til the end." He paused. "I'd have done the same for everyone else."

Janus could feel his heart banging across his chest and the fresh wounds he got weren't making things feel any better. This is the first time Serana ever asked about his little proclamation at Castle Volkihar. He cringed slightly upon remembering his piss poor attempt at sounding cool in front of the woman he was pretty sure he was in love with.

He cringed even harder at what he just said to her just now. He felt like all of his experience persuading guards and dealing with merchants just went out of the window and into a deep chasm. Like a little boy trying to speak to the pretty girl from across the town.

Janus had tried to confess to Serana many times in the past, but there was something about her that he found so disarming. He tried to do it before they stormed the castle, and he tried to do it as Serana was holding him tight while crying her eyes out after he woke up from his latest near-death experience courtesy of Harkon. He just couldn't do it.

It wasn't like she showed much interest in a romantic relationship either. When they passed through the Temple of Mara at Riften, she said temples gave her chills and marriage would never be an option for her. Not that he ever asked her to marry him, but he had a feeling she wanted to make things clear given that her declaration came from out of the blue.

The Savior of Men. The Slayer of Gods. The Hunter of Beasts. He has faced challenges many men would have ran away from. He had stared unfazed at the jaws of Oblivion itself and yet, he was afraid of exposing his feelings.

'So much for the mighty dragonborn' He sighed, shaking away the thought.

"Why'd you ask?" He faced forwards after asking and marched onwards with Serana following suite.

"I'm not sure myself, but thanks. That cleared my mind up a bit" She knew full well why she asked and no, it did not clear her mind.

'So I'm just like everyone else' She thought to herself. Indeed, there was some clarity from hearing Janus say the words out loud but Serana was expecting more. She wanted more. Admittedly, she was too tired to press the matter any further but the whirlpool of emotions she was feeling was making her temples ache. She's been feeling extremely moody lately and she hasn't been enjoying it.

Pain. Relief. Exhaustion. Disappointment...Heartache?

Serana knows she would have to work out her feelings if she wanted her headache to go away, including all of the quirks and nuances of her not-so-unique predicament. She felt like a teenage girl who had just met the love of her life and yet the rational side of her is sending waves of red flags into her psyche.

Internally, she admits that she has feelings for the dragonborn, although she never realized it until after the Harkon ordeal. After spending so much time together and dealing with so many hardships, it would be difficult not to develop any feelings for him. For the first time in centuries as a vampire, she finally found an actual friend. She never felt lonely when he was around, and she was happy to find someone who genuinely cared for her and not just because she was a lord's daughter. She has been with other men before she was turned, and even after the whole vampire thing she still got suitors from the other vampire clans from across Tamriel, but none of them felt honest. They were only after her body or her status; she never felt compromised with Janus even though she wasn't really sure if he saw her in the way she wanted.

They were close friends but he never really felt like he was making a move on her. She knows exactly how kind of a person Janus was but deep inside she had hoped that all that he did for her, all that he gave her, was because of more than just kindness.

'Maybe it's because of that thing I said at Riften before?' She dismissed the thought. 'He can't be that dense.'

Serana pulled up her hood to cover her head from the falling snow and exhaled, her breath forming a small cloud as it escaped her mouth.

For most of her life, she had no one but herself for company, but when he came around, things changed. Ever since then, she was at her happiest.

She knows things between them would never work out, but she also knows things with the Dragonborn can be pretty unpredictable. She rarely felt bad about being a vampire but this was one of those moments. No matter how hard she tries, she finds herself clinging on to a hope of reciprocity. She knows he would never think of her as more than just a friend...could he?.

Serana placed her palms on her face and screamed internally, for she did not know what to do. She had been deprived of any form of love for so long that she'd already forgotten how it felt or how to deal with it. She isn't afraid of a very large percentage of what Skyrim has to throw at her, so why was she so scared of just telling him how she felt in the first place?

She gave in to her frustration. She scooped some snow into her hands, shaped it into a ball and chucked it at the back of Janus's hooded head.

"Hey, what the fu-" He turned his head towards Serana and got cut off by another snowball hitting his face. He wiped the flakes away from his eyes and saw the vampire sprinting towards the road to Whiterun.

"Last one home is cooking dinner!" She shouted, leaving the warrior in a state of disbelief before sprinting himself, shouting expletives towards her.

Serana giggled to herself. She knew there were no happy endings for immortals like her, but she was sure as hell going to make the most out of her eternity.

Janus wiped off the snow and bewilderment off his face and laughed. "Are you sure you wanna do this?!" He screamed at Serana as he bolted towards her.

"No dragon shouts!" Serana shouted back from a distance.

He enjoyed the almost childish banter they frequently had. After all these years, he was finally having the childhood he never got to experience.

Lydia's eyes slowly fluttered open as the first rays of sunshine hit her face, but she bolted upwards upon hearing the front door bang open downstairs. She grabbed her sword and rushed downstairs, ready to face any intruder that was unlucky enough to barge into the wrong house.

Instead of the big, burly intruder she had pictured in her mind, she saw Serana, both of her hands were perched on one of the chairs facing the fireplace and panting very heavily in between quiet bouts of laughter.

"Serana? What's going on? Lydia asked sourly. It was too early for shenanigans.

Almost as if on queue, Janus slowly pushed the door open and dragged himself inside, laughing and panting like Serana, but worryingly so. His breathing was a lot deeper and more pronounced.

"Looks like I win" Serana exclaimed in between her deep breaths, a victorious smile on her lips. Lydia stared at them in confusion. Both of them looked at Janus who was kneeling on the floor.

"Hey, you okay?" Serana asked, still trying to catch her breath. Shortly after, Janus collapsed on the floor, the sound of metal, glass and dragonborn hitting the cold stone surprising the two ladies. His weapons hit the ground with a resounding clang and a few potion bottles shattered upon his impact. Lydia stowed her sword and rushed to check on her thane while Serana just looked at him, concern and confusion creeping up on her face.

"Janus?"


A/N: Wanted this chapter to be more of a backgrounder of Janus and Serana's relationship with each other. Expect more interactions in the following chapters!

Character Profile + Stat Sheet:

Janus Brightheart

Nord/Imperial

Harbinger of the Companions
Nightingale and former leader of the Thieves' Guild
Initiate at the College of Winterhold

One-handed: 77
Archery: 61
Light Armor: 45
Sneak: 71
Heavy Armor: 89
Two Handed: 100
Block: 70
Smithing: 80
Restoration: 22
Illusion: 20
Every other school of magic: 5
the rest: meager, at best

Disposition: Teetering back and forth between Lawful Good and Chaotic Neutral