Part 2
"Done, my lady. The boy is dead. My tracks are invisible."
"Yes, so I've heard. You have done well, Arleth. The Night Mother trusts you, though I can't understand the reason for that. But…I have sworn an oath and I will keep it." The old lady walked around the kneeling Arleth. A Dunmer, tall and slender, with features too beautiful for her kind. One would see her as a queen, rather than an assassin. But she possessed great skill, and the Night Mother needed just that. "The Mother spoke to me a few moments ago. She has a most important mission destined only for you."
"Her will is mine, my lady." Arleth kneeled still, gazing at the ground, not daring to disrespect her elder.
"There is one Nord camped up in the Velothi Mountains. You are, no doubt, familiar to them. Finding him should not prove difficult. He goes by the name of Eirik." the old woman said, strotting around.
"How will I recognize him, my lady? Many Nords bear such names, and many Nords travel the Velothi."
"He is camped along with an Argonian friend. Shra'kil, our sources say. Not many Nords take up Argonians as their companions, Arleth. Now go. This is of utmost importance."
Arleth nodded and sat up. She walked gracefully and silently, as befits a member of the Dark Brotherhood. Her golden blades hanged from her belt, adorned with dragon scales. Her light armor enabled her body to become a shadow amongst men. But, most importantly, her aptitudes and senses made her who she was.
But now a man needed to die, and that man was her target. She would not disappoint. So she gathered up her gear, dressed warm and made for the Velothi Mountains. The mountains her ancestors once passed. Such a thought made her smile. She had not smiled in a very long time. Her job prevented her from doing so, she knew. There was no happiness in death. Only duty. Her duty.
As soon as she reached Dunmeth Pass, she knew Eirik would be close. This was one of the safest roads from Skyrim to her native land, Morrowind, therefore anyone camping would have stopped somewhere around here. And she was right. Not far from the pass, under a hill she sat on, stood Eirik and the Argonian, along with their horses and beds.
"The night is my shepherd." she whispered, "I must lie and wait." Closing her eyes, she felt a dim light tickling them and a voice calling to her. The voice that called to her so many times, even when she was a little child, stripped away from her family. She had been a promising recruit for the Brotherhood ever since they found her bathed in the blood of her kin's murderers. She knew no other life. But her visions took her far away, to a realm she never knew of.
