The Dark Brotherhood assassin was hiding in the shadows of the walls of Whiterun, waiting for his prey to show itself. His wait was not long as he spotted an adventurer out on the patrol for the random bandit attack.
The assassin (who we will now call Bob) grinned wolfishly; his prey had arrived.
Bob pulled out his Ebony Bow and drew an arrow into the bow's string. He aimed at the specific target and let the arrow fly. Aforementioned arrow hit right where Bob had planned…
…In the KNEE.
Watching his prey fall to the ground in pain, Bob put his bow back on his back and walked over to his prey. Bob crouched down next him…just close enough to whisper…and said his last word to his victim.
"I don't think that'll heal correctly. I suggest you sign up as guard for one of the Holds."
And with that, Bob stood and walked away.
In truth, Bob did not understand why his client, whose name was 'Bethesda', wanted him to shoot random adventurers in the knee. But the job paid well, so he did as he was told.
"I just hope those poor sods don't go complaining about it to some hero or another." Bob muttered.
I'm sorry for this horrible fic. I just got thinking 'Why have all the guards received fatal arrows in the knee?' Then it hit me. BETHESDA PAID THE DARK BROTHERHOOD TO DO IT.
MY LOGIC IS UNDENIABLE!
Please Review! Or Bob will visit you…hope you like arrows…