Sienna

The party was made up of two men. Two archers, one guard who wielded an axe, and the chief was going to broker the deal. Nothing stopped them from reaching the rendezvous point. To the soldiers on patrol, they were just mercenaries desperate for work.

As the sun started setting across the mountains of the Reach, the small band set camp aside the river. The leader took one of the archers and went out to look for food and firewood. Meanwhile, the other two stood guard over the satchel holding the goods for the arranged deal. "Do you think that these things will pay well for this stuff?" the archer, Roland asked. Half his head was shaved and red war paint ran across his face.

The other guard, Hargo, set down his whetstone and sheathed his axe. "Are you kidding? These people treat this stuff like gold. What got you thinking that crazy talk?"

"It's just…merchants shared these stories about how they loot and kill their customers before moving onto their next target." Roland rested his bow and arrow on a fallen tree that drifted from upstream.

"Merchants also claim that they could slay a dragon. It's all part of their job; persuade you and get you to believe anything they say." Hargo grabbed a bottle of mead and handed it to the cautious archer. "Drink this. It'll help you keep calm."

"I have to keep my guard up." Hargo opened the mead and took a swig. For the rest of the time waiter for the other half of their party to return. At first, they made thoughts of how they would use the money they would earn from this. But as the time waned on, their loyalty dangled over a thread and time was the severing knife. Roland looked over the rations that they had, until the two of them heard a rustling from the juniper bushes. He picked up his bow and took aim and gestured Hargo to get ready to attack. Hargo crept towards the bush and lunged as he got close enough. He pulled out his bloody axe and a dead skeever. Looks like we'll be eating good tonight, he thought.

Whoosh! A bolt flew from across the river and struck Hargo in the neck. He fell dead and the archer took aim in direction the bolt came from. "Alright! Where are you?" He shot everything that seemed to be moving, but never got the attacker. Then, a hooded figure lunged at him with a steel dagger. The figure slashed and disarmed the archer. Roland reached around on the ground and grabbed his fallen companion's axe. Struggling to get up, he lunged first and the figure stepped out of the way. Another lunge led to another dodge. This dance continued as the two edged closer to the river. Roland swung the axe and make a strike … into the washed-up tree. Before he could let go of the weapon, the figure kicked the tree into the river and rode with the current. The figure gestured over to across the river and a mercenary forded the river, lifting a crossbow over his head. The mercenary started to loot Hargo's body. "I think it's safe to say that I was on point with this one," he said.

While he did that, the figure removed the hood and revealed herself. "Perfect aim as always, Brennan," she said. While her Breton companion continued looting, the Wood Elf grabbed a wineskin for herself and looked into the satchel. "So what do you think we should do now? Wait for the others or lure the caravan?"

Brennan pulled out a septim from a coin purse and held it in front of the elf. "Heads we wait, tails we pursue them. Sound good to you, lass?" She nodded and he flipped it. And before the result could be called, the two of them heard footsteps and readied their weapons. The Khajiit caravan walked over to the duo and stopped as they saw the strangers ready to pull out their weapons.

"My apologies," the leader, Ri'saad said while backing away. "We were just expecting to meet with a few people who wanted to sell something."

"Wait a minute," the Wood Elf stopped them. "We might have what you're looking for." She handed the satchel over to them.

"Why thank you, let's see here." The leader of the caravan looked into the satchel and took the examined the moon sugar and skooma. "Hmmm. How have you come across such fine sugar, miss—"

"Sienna," she answered.

"It's interesting that we found you here. There was this small band of thieves who were supposed to meet us." Ri'saad looked over at the body next to Brennan and started to shrug.

"I can assure you that we were passing by and he attacked us. My friend shot at him in self-defense." She pulled out a ruby and handed it to the skeptical caravan leader. "Perhaps you can take this as a little extra." Ri'saad examined the gem and slipped it in his pocket. He turned to the rest of the caravan and pulled out a coin purse.

"While this was unexpected, we hope that this will be enough for you." Sienna took the purse and moved it up and down to measure the weight. Four hundred, she thought. She shook her head. No, Four-fifty. "Yeah. This will be good." The two of them shook hands before going their separate ways. After the Khajiit left, the leader came and lunged at the two thieves. Sienna raised her dagger to block the leader's blow before dealing three stabs in the chest. Meanwhile, Brennan fired a quick bolt at the archer.

The two looted the bodies and Brennan handed his companion a bottle of mead. "I figure this can hold us over for the road," Brennan said. "What's the plan for travel, boss?"

"We're gonna want to be wary on the roads. Just keep quiet and don't try to provoke any guards." Sienna led the way. Along the way, they laughed about this job, discussed plans about what they would spend the money on, and the next job. She emptied half of the purse and handed the septims to her friend.

"Thank You." he showed his gratitude.

"You're welcome."