Written because I thought it was a good idea at the time. I might continue it, if I get enough reviews and follows. Anyway, enjoy!
"This is my family. I found it all on my own. We are little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good." - Stitch
Considering that they needed the coin, it was only fair that they take the job. It seemed simple enough, too; just take a noble woman from Windhelm to Solitude and ensure her safety. But, considering it was their group, anything bad that could possibly happen was indeed bound to happen one way or another. After only a few months of traveling, Riil had learned this rather quickly. To say that he should have known better, however, was an understatement?
"It's cold," he whined for probably the third time at his place beside the cart. He was shivering in his boots now, the snow a slow but steady – not to mention heavy – downfall. By the time the night rolled around, it would be up to his knees. And he wasn't even above four and a half feet in height! "Why'd we have to stand out here and wait?" he tried again, and this time he at least got a response.
"Would you rather see the slums of o' mighty Windhelm with the others?" Fandreigh asked sarcastically as he came around the side of the carriage they were loading up.
The brown-haired Imperial was obviously not too happy about standing out there in the freezing snow, either, but at least he was dressed the part. Riil's boots were already getting soaked, and he was sure to catch a cold without a jacket. Another moment of shivering and staring doe-like at the man, and Fandreigh finally gave in.
"Oh, alright, come here," he ordered hastily, and the elf took no time in rushing over to the end of the wooden carriage. Rather easily, he was picked up and seated amongst the various items that belonged to both them and the noble women, and all were neatly placed. That was all probably Fandreigh's doing. "Just make sure not to move anything around," Fandreigh ordered, and disappeared around the side of the wagon.
At the front, the covered carriage shook with force as Hemor and M'koteg attempted to hook Del's black stallion onto the cart. For a woman, whose stature was short and whose build was not very large; Hemor was a rather strong and sturdy Redguard. M'koteg, well, as far as Riil knew, all Orcish people were rather hearty and strong. He'd yet to meet one as such. He'd have to ask about that some time. Rab, he was sure, was off with Del attempting to get supplies. Although not a long journey, they still needed extra food and clothing in case anything happened. Braizer and Ji, as far as he was concerned, were in Windhelm retrieving the women now.
Covering himself with a blanket he found under some wrapped up heirlooms, he proceeded to curl up and try to retrieve warmth from it. A dog barked from somewhere near the stables, and Braizer's paint horse neighed restlessly in its tie beside the cart. He'd barely noticed that sleep was starting to take him until it was too late.