Aviera finally made her way to her house in Markarth, having spent the best part of a day trying to get there. She never seemed to be able to navigate the paths correctly and it was made harder by the small groups of flustered men and women crowding around her with favours and 'propositions.' Argis glanced up when he heard the door slam shut and watched as his Thane stomped into the room muttering something about standards. He suppressed a smirk and opened his mouth to speak.

"You're home, what took so long?" He gained a glare off of Aviera and for a moment he thought she was going to swing her axe at him. She looked thoroughly annoyed since she had only gone out to sell Argis' old armour and had been stopped over 6 times on the journey to and from the market. The assassin's armour she usually wore was being dried on the porch after a particularly nasty job so she couldn't wear her hood to conceal her identity. No instead she had to wear the only armour she kept in this house which was a measly pair of leather boots and armour. No hood or helmet. She cursed under her breath, wishing she hadn't taken Astrid up on her offer of gold.

"Stupid people wanting me to do stuff for them and to accompany them back to their houses for 'mead'" Argis stifled a chuckle, struggling to push away the thoughts of his Thane being propositioned by one of the guards. Aviera glared at him and began to talk again.

"We have to leave; a friend from the Winterhold library told me he had recently excavated some important Dragonborn files. He said they were about me and that I should go and read them. Get my armour and be ready in 5 minutes." She stalked into the living room leaving a bewildered Argis to quickly run about the house in search of their important travelling supplies. He could remember first seeing her walk into the hall and addressing Ulfric about the Stormcloaks. Of course Ulfric had accepted her as one of their own and had quickly offered her the position of Thane. Argis had opposed the idea, having seen the woman at work and witnessed how brutal she was. Her last 2 Housecarls had gone back to their Jarls, begging for someone else to take their place. Eventually Argis had gotten used to the cruel Breton and he thought they had become friendly. He'd never dare to tell her that though, not unless he wanted to be castrated.

"ARGIS! Hurry up!" Argis gathered the packs he had found and shuffled into the main living area to see a frustrated Dragonborn tapping her foot. She sighed in relief when he finally appeared and pulled the hood of her dry armour up before throwing the door open. Argis groaned slightly to himself when he was sure she couldn't hear. He was sure this was going to be a long journey, with his Thane ranting most of the way.

Sure enough Argis had been right, the only time the highly angered woman had let up was when she was in battle with wolves and the occasional necromancer. Even then she would cry certain people from Markarths names while she eradicated the enemy. When they had finally gotten to the college Argis was quite sure she had blown off her steam.

"Argiiissssss, I'mm tirreeeddddd" She whined, slowly making her way up the winding slope to the college. Argis couldn't see why previous housecarls had run back crying, she wasn't all that bad. Sure she whined and ranted but she was a good Thane and he thought of her as a friend. They had been through a lot and recently Aviera had warmed up to her new Housecarl, smiling at him and having a long line of inside jokes with him that Ulfric never understood.

When they had finally gotten to the library she had ceased her whining and replaced it with a buzzing sense of excitement. She couldn't wait to find out what was inside this parchment. What other prophecies could await her and Argis?

The Dragonborn stepped forward, running her hands down Argis' smooth steel armour. He let out a long throaty groan and grabbed her wrists.

"I've been waiting for this my Thane..." His low, husky voice made Aviera's insides warm up, a tingly sensation starting in her lower abdomen.

"And I too Argis." She dragged out the's' before being thrown roughly onto the bed, emitting a highly aroused squeal. Argis quickly thrust his fingers into her armour, deftly removing it and leaving her in her smallclothes. The sight made his hard manhood stand to attention.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. This?" She directed at the librarian. The small wood elf nervously stuttered words and eventually Argis had to give her a stern look. He then moved his attention to Aviera who was pushing the parchment at him.

"Read it! Why would anyone do this? What freak-"

"I think it's quite creative."

"No-one asked what the fuck you thought Argis."

"Well I assumed since you gave me the paper."

"No Argis, I wanted you to agree with me and to help me find the creator and beat them slowly till they-"

"Urag said there were more in the inns across Skyrim. He told me to give you this." The woman had regained her composure and quickly thrust the list of inns at Argis, not wanting to even look at Aviera. Argis gently took it and nodded for her to go away before turning back to the Dragonborn who was immersed in describing how painfully she would destroy the creator of this...for lack of a better word, thing.

"Are you getting worked up because you've fantasised about this yourself?" Argis quickly realised he had said his thoughts out loud and was beginning to kick himself before he saw Avieras reaction. She was stuttering, red faced wreck. She was struggling to string a comeback together which made a large smirk appear on Argis' face.

"Shut up. Let's go find this idiot who's having delusions about me and you and decided to put them onto paper."

"Shouldn't we go and get the other parts of the story? Or possibly other stories." Aviera glared at Argis before snatching the list of inns from his hand. He let out a quiet chuckle before following his Thanes angry footsteps out of the library. He was beginning to think he was right about her fantasies. Maybe he'd have to find out.