A/n: This is the same story as the one I had begun writing before, just starting off differently. I decided to scrap the old one due to grammatical errors, it also felt very rushed and just didn't work out. I know there may be still errors, I apologize.

Cool autumn air blew outside of a small bar in Riften called The Bee and Barb. Inside a young woman sat alone, silently drinking her fifth bottle of mead. The liquid inside the bottle was warm and smelled as delicious as it tasted. However, the alcohol had no effect to her state of mind and she could never seem to get herself drunk.

Her body's resist to alcohol made it easy for her to win drinking games, during her teen years it was how she earned most of her septims. Being a short blonde Nord woman with a pretty face and bright green eyes also made the men believe they could beat her.

As she sat at the bar listening to the Argonian woman, Keerava, talk about the latest gossip in Riften two men got into a brawl and one hit the other upside the head with a bottle. Each man mumbled in a drunken haze and nobody in the bar could understand what they were saying.

"Hey! You better clean up that mess, damn foolish drunks," Keerava hissed. She squinted her eyes and angrily banged her fist against the bar.

"Do you need me to put that fight to an end, Keerava?" She glanced at the two drunk men as they pushed each other around, knocking over tables and chairs in the process. Keerava sighed, picking up a cloth from behind the counter and wiping down the bar.

"Yes, please get them out of here Delilah."

Delilah nodded to her friend as she sauntered over to where the men were brawling. The larger man held the smaller one against the floor, the larger man was hitting him relentlessly and picking up the smaller one's head just to bang it against the hard floor.

She sighed as she stood next to them, watching the smaller man struggle underneath his opponent. After a moment she stood behind the larger man and pulled out her dagger. She pushed the cold steel against his his neck. The bigger man froze and held his hands up in defeat.

"I'll stop," He said.

"Get out of here," Delilah growled, pushing the dagger into his skin. She stood, pulling the man up with her. She held the dagger tightly against his throat as she led him to the exit. She kicked open the door and pushed him outside. The man laid on the ground, holding his hand against his bloody neck. Delilah turned back to the door to go inside, she put her hand on the door handle.

"You're crazy, bitch."

Delilah sighed letting her hand drop to her side, she stood there, staring at the door. After a moment she turned back to the man laying on the ground, she crouched next to him and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"You should watch your tongue, before you lose it."

Delilah grabbed the mans arm, laying it flat against the ground. She used her other hand to pull her dagger out of its holster. The mans eyes widened in surprise and realization.

"Don't do it, you'll regret it."

Delilah didn't hesitate at the mans words as she plunged her dagger into his palm. He screamed and writhed in pain as he cursed the day of her birth.

"My father will have you! He'll have your head on a pike, nobody messes with the Ravencrones," The Nord man screamed in anger and pain.

Delilah removed her dagger and wiped the blade against his cheek.

"They won't find me," She said as she stood and headed back into The Bee and Barb, when she opened the door she noticed that the bar was completely silent. Everyone was sitting at their tables trying not to look at her. She looked down as she walked back to the bar.

"Keerava, do you have any supplies I could buy?" She whispered.

Keerava looked at Delilah in surprise. She put the cloth back behind the bar and leaned closer to her.

"Of course I do, why do you need it?"

"I'm in trouble, I have to get out of here."

The small amount of worry in Delilah's voice caught Keerava off guard. Delilah had always been apathetic, even she was shocked by Delilah's reaction.

Keerava sadly watched her friend, she could see the panic on her face. Others may have not been able to notice it, but she did.

Delilah purchased a few potions, bottles of mead and loaves of bread. She put the rations in her bag. Once she had them safely tucked away in her bag she wandered into her room.

When Keerava saw Delilah go back into her room she sneaked out from behind the bar to Delilah's bag. She placed an extra bottle of mead and more potions inside. She closed the bag and went back behind the bar, she casually leaned behind it, trying to act like nothing happened.

Delilah came back out of her room, she now had her steel armor on, and her hunting bow on her back along with her steel sword. The armor clung to her small frame, however, it made her look bigger than normally.

Keerava came out from behind the bar again to stand next to her friend. She stared at Delilah for a moment before pulling her into a hug.

"Take care of yourself, please." Keerava pulled away, holding Delilah's upper arms in her hands still so she could look at her.

"I'll write you, but you won't be able to write back." Delilah's face was stotic but Keerava could see sadness in her green eyes.

"I know, I understand. This is all my fault if I knew who it was in that fight I wouldn't have asked you to-"

"Shut up. I acted on my own actions and made my own decisions, you had no part in this," Delilah said as she picked up her bag and put it on her back. She slowly stepped over to the exit of The Bee and Barb. She didn't even look back as she stepped outside.