Her tail swished gently back and fourth, a tankard being set down for now A'nora The Master Thief was bored, the guild was back to it's old glory and it expanded once again across Tamriel, Nocturnal's cowl being restored to the guild in Cyrodil's possession and kept under guard. She stood, paying for her last drink before she started to leave the ragged flagon. "A'nora! I got a job for you!" His voice rang out clearly so she halted her steps and turned to Brynolf who held a slip of paper. "We got word of a new type of weapon, a nord battleaxe from-" She interrupted him. "I've seen ancient nord battleaxes, nothing special about them." She went to leave again before he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face him. "This isn't a ancient battleaxe, lass. This is a Nordic Battleaxe from the island of Solstheim. It's exclusive to only the nords there so we must have it, the target holding such a item is at the Sleeping Giant Inn and is an orc so be careful with this one..." She took the paper and left, not saying a word but believing him on such a high risk task. It took two days to reach the town of Riverwood, the orc was sitting in the sleeping giant inn, she sat alone with strange nordic armor and the battle axe on her back, but it seemed she was drunk. "Zilge, don't fall asleep, I'll throw you to the thalmor I swear." Delphine filled the tankard up yet again for Zilge The Orc. "Y..You say..that everytime...Delphine...I aint sleeply..." Her head tipped a bit before the drink reached her mouth and she swigged it down quickly. "Yeah, but your drunk, how are we going to slay that dragon in a week's time? We still need to head to Skyhaven temple and get the armor from Esbern and the blessing." She grunted before checking her Alchemy table. "Hmph..." Was all Zilge said, she had slain Miraak in Solstheim while A'nora had slain Alduin. "Then go on a week full of dragon slaying, yes...I know..." Zilge grumbled, she only came to Skyrim just for that because Delphine paid her now.
Delphine left, not going to argue that it was the Blades who saved Zilge from Helgen after she illegally crossed Cyrodil's border. Zilge finished the tankard of Nord Mead before she felt...like weight was taken from her.
'Nordic Battleaxe Removed'
Yep, weight had been removed so where the hell was it? She turned incase she dropped it from it's strap and instead found a [kha-jeet], one of those fluffy cats that were regular thieves in that one land. "What are you...doing with my...battleaxe?" Zilge leaned toward the [Kha-jeet] to expect an answer while A'nora barely resisted puking from such rank breath. "You said I could borrow it...remember...?" A'nora, being the tricky bastard she was, managed to slide that lie straight to truth. "Oh...I did? Well I am drunk..." Zilge laid her head down, seeming as if she fell asleep while A'nora started to sneak away. "Fus..Roh...DAH!" As sudden as she lied, she was blown in to the Sleeping Giant's wall and dropped the battleaxe just as quickly. Zilge laughed and set the battleaxe back in her inventory which then was equipped. The next hour of fighting between the two was a huge blur but it seemed Zilge would finally meet the Greybeards who she thought of never meeting because she hated heights.