Just a small little thing about what might happen if a mage dragonborn zapped the silver hand in Dustman's Cairn.

Disclaimer, Skyrim ain't mine.

A Small Difference

"Looks like someone's been digging here recently," Farkas commentated. "Tread lightly. And be careful around the burial tombs, I don't wanna haul you back to Jorrvaskr on my back."

"Ha! As if," Asvia scoffed. "I bet I'd be the one hauling your arse back!"

'Fus Ro Dah!'

"What the fuck was that?"

"Draugr! Draw your sword!"

"What the heck do you think I'm doing, Farkas?!"

The fight was intense, but brief, even when three more draugr came through. Then they came to an open space.

"Ancient Nord sacrifice tomb," Farkas said. "We should..."

"Seriously, could you stop with the commentating?"

"…Fine. But we should find a way through since it's blocked."

"Obviously."

Farkas headed off in one direction, Asvia in another. She found a small alcove with…

"Hey, there's a lever here!"

"Well then, pull it," Farkas said, the obviously unspoken.

"But that iron door will probably close when I do," Asvia said. "I hate tombs! Stupid traps and trick doors!"

Farkas had a good look around, then said, "There's another lever through that door. Maybe when you pull that one, I can get to it, and we can get through."

"Maybe?" Asvia asked, feeling a little incensed. "Maybe?! What if it doesn't?"

"Just pull the lever, whelp," Farkas said in a long-suffering voice.

Asvia sighed and yanked the lever. Just as she predicted, the iron grating slammed shut behind her.

"Well, look what you've gotten yourself into," Farkas said, sounding amused. "Just stay put, I'll get the other lever."

Suddenly, Farkas was surrounded.

"It's time to die, dog!" one of the bandit-like people snarled.

"Which one is that?"

"Doesn't matter. He wears that armour, he dies!"

"Killing you will make for an excellent story."

"None of you will get the chance!" Farkas claimed.

Bravado, Asvia scoffed. She reached her arms through the bars and began casting spells at their assailants. She heard Farkas swear and duck, then he drew his sword once Asvia's magic reduced the enemies numbers to only two. He dispatched them easily, then went and pulled the other lever.

"You know…" he said. "I could have handled them."

"You were outnumbered," Asvia said. "What kind of Shield-Sister would I be it I let them overwhelm you?"

Farkas grunted in reluctant agreement.

"Who are these people, I wonder?" Asvia mused.

"Silver Hand," Farkas told her. "They've decided to target the Companions…"

"The Silver Hand?" Asvia asked. "But they're werewolf hunters! Well, they're bandits who use werewolf hunting as an excuse to kill whomever they want, which is why the Vigilants of Stendarr don't associate with them…"

Silence, then Asvia asked, "Why would the Silver Hand be after the Companions?"

"I can't tell you," Farkas said after a moment. "We should keep moving. Plenty of draugr to worry about, alongside any more Silver Hand in here."

Asvia sighed and let it go. For now.

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