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Nayla sighed as she trudged through the thick snow of northern Skyrim. She had never bothered to remember the hold names besides the main cities.

Inigo, her long time friend, followed her. After her visit to the Riften jail, not out of crime but out of curiosity, she found the poor azure coated Khajiit begging for her to kill him.

She refused, instead convincing him that he didn't deserve to die for something she did not remember, and allowed him to tag along.

Together, they had participated in the Skyrim civil war, successfully stamping out the Stormcloak rebellion in the process.

Nayla had already owned a home in Whiterun, but purchased and built one in Falkreath as well.

While she built her home, she had received a letter from 'a friend' that claimed she would find something worthwhile in an old abandoned tomb.

Nayla let out a large sigh. Inigo coughed behind her, pulling his hood farther down.

"Inigo, don't get sick. I'm already low on healing potions. Remind to visit the cheat room later."

Inigo hummed, following closer behind.

"I assure you my friend, that I am fine. There is no need to worry over me."

Nayla rolled her blue eyes and tugged at her fur travel cloak, as her plate steel armor provided little warmth.

"Ah, I almost forgot to ask you to explain your cheat room."

Inigo said, staring forward at the back of his friend. Nayla slowed her pace, settling at his side.

"My father had an old alteration tome in the basement of my childhood home. He gave it to me when I left to join the Empire."

She said, conjuring a flowing green energy in her left hand. Inigo marvled at the magic, still listening.

"The spells allow me to influence people, change the weather, control others, etc. It also leads me to a place I call the 'cheat room'. In there there is a bunch of buttons and chests that help me improve myself without much effort."

Inigo nodded, smiling.

"That is very useful. Is that how you disapear so often?"

Nayla nodded, dismissing the magic and pushing her auburn hair from her face.

A small dark shape appeared in the distance, and the duo readied themselves.

"Well Inigo, time for another delve into the unknown."

"I hope that we don't encounter any undead. I hate those things."

Nayla giggled, pushing open the iron door.

"Don't worry Puss in Boots, I'll protect you."

Inigo groaned.

"Please stop with that nickname."