Argis's Point of View.

"I submit!" A bandit shouted as it struggled to his knees but the housecarl drove his sword into his heart and placed his boot onto the man's back to pull out his blade. Argis stared down at the dead man and then turned his head to look for the dragonborn. He saw her with her bow, aiming it at another archer and she released her ocrish arrow, killing the archer in one strike. Impressive. The girl placed her bow over her body and jogged over to Argis.

"Well," she said up to the large man as she gazed at the fallen bodies. "I suppose we should camp out here, let's look in the tents for useful supplies."

Argis only nodded his head, "Aye."

The dragonborn removed the shrouded cowl from her head and allowed her dark locks to fall over her shoulders, exposing her wood-elf appearance. Despite being a Nord and the stereotype that all Nords hate outsiders, Argis has grown attached to seeing her elvish appearance. Her foreign appearance always interested his eyes.

Argis however quickly looked away when he felt her gaze on him. He even stepped away from her and walked over to the bandits' tents to see if they had any supplies. He pulled out a sleeping bag from one tent along with some leftover venison chops the bandits had. As he explored the camp, he couldn't find another sleeping bag but it did not matter to him. He could sleep on the ground if he had to.

He turned his head over his shoulder to watch Rhawneth throwing sticks onto the ground and then she closed her eyes and shouted ,"Yol!" at the top of her lungs. As she shouted fire escaped her lips and caught the sticks in a flame.

Despite traveling with her has caused him to be amazed by her gifts. All that power in her small body is unbelievable. The dragonborn then sat down in front of the fire. Argis walked over to her and placed the sleeping bad beside her. She looked up to him and nodded. He made his way around the fire and sat opposite to her. She unrolled the sleeping bag to the side and then gazed over to him.

"Don't you need somewhere to sleep?" She questioned.

He only shook his head, "No. I'll be fine my Thane." He said with pride in his voice as he kept his multiple colored eyes on the fire.

A yawn escaped Rhawneth as she laid down on the sleeping pad. Argis watched as she rolled onto her side, and then back onto her other side facing him, clearly uncomfortable. Her dark hues are watching the fire and a small smile appeared on her tan like features.

"Do you remember the day we met?" She questioned causing Argis' eyes to widen at the memory, but he looked down and only nodded.
"Of course my Thane." He replied humbly. The dragonborn stared into the fire and her smile turned into a slight frown.
"Remember that you thought I was lost? I must have seemed so pathetic to you." She said softly but he could tell in her voice that she was hurt.
"That was then," He replied with anger in his stout voice. "This is now. And now, I know you are the bravest warrior I've ever met."

He watched her carefully and saw a faint smile appear on her lips. She then turned on her side, having her back face him. "Goodnight Argis."

He only nodded and his eyes stared into the embers. He remembered the day they met like it was yesterday.

"I am appointing you to the new Thane of Markarth," the jarl spoke to the housecarl who was kneeling on the ground. "The thane has done so much for this city, the least I can do is give you to the thane."
"Yes my jarl," Argis replied with pride in his deep voice. "I shall meet him at Vindrel Hall before he arrives."

The jarl of Markharth only chuckled under his breath from his statement. "Be off with you Argis the Bulwark and may the gods watch over you and the thane."

The housecarl had waited in Vindrel Hall for the famous thane. The so called dragonborn who was born with a dragon soul in a mortal's body, a legendary myth of the warrior who defeated the foreswore leader in the dreaded Reach. It will be an honor to fight beside him to give honor to all of Skyrim.

He looked toward the door when he heard it being opened and his eyes widened at the sight. It was a small figure with a shrouded cowl over the head and studded armor of black and red. There is an orchish bow on the back along with glass arrows. The thane is much smaller than Argis thought he would be. Yet, never judge a warrior by their size. The figure looked over at Argis and nodded at him.

"You must be my housecarl?" The figure's voice is not of a man. No. It is of a woman, despite the muffle of her voice due to her cowl she had a soft but fiery voice.

Argis just stared down at the girl as her dark eyes gazed into his soul. He's never seen such a gaze, her eyes may be dark but he can see fire within them. "You must be lost my lady. I'm looking for the thane of Markharth."

The figure placed her hand upon her chest in defense, "I am the thane. Did they not tell you how I am?" She removed her cowl from her head and her dark locks fell over her narrow shoulders. Her face is elvish, a wood elf if he is not mistaken. " I am Rhawneth the Sabre."

Argis blinked his multiple colored eyes at the girl and raised a brow. This small girl defeated the forsworn leader and is the dragonborn!? It cannot be possible. Yet, she must be the thane, how else could she have access to the hall?

"My apologies my thane," He soothed, and he noticed her dark eyes widened at his words. "It will be honor serving beside you." Yet, in the back of his mind he doubted she could be the warrior the jarl made her out to be. A woman fighting off the most fiercest outsiders, tis a joke. Yet, as he stared at the woman her dark hues had fire in them. Such fire that it caused Argis to take a step back. Such willpower and strength is in her eyes, perhaps she is not as weak as he thought.

"We leave now," she said simply to her housecarl. "I have other business to take of in this vast land. You shall come with me, but do not questions my motives."

A chuckle escaped his lips, "Yes my thane. I shall follow you into any battle."

The young girl only nodded her head and turned back to the door as Argis followed behind her.