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Tameena travels to Windhelm via cart, together with the man of the tavern. His name is Lotek, and he is full of himself as she soon realizes. But she keeps her facade, making smalltalk and leaving him in the feeling, that he is smarter and more powerful than her.

Two days later they finally reach Windhelms stables - and not a minute too early, for she is slowly running out of patience.

They travel on by foot, but that also just keeps them three more hours and so they arrive at the shrine in the afternoon of the second day after they left Markarth.

She leads him up to the stake of the ritual.

"Oh, could you please check this stake for me? I need to use it for the ritual, but I don't know if it is safe enough!", she whines, batting her lashes at him a few times.

"Oh, Sweetie, of course I will. I can do everything you want in a record speed!", he shows off.

And then, as soon as he steps into the circle, the magic glues him to the stake. And Tameena can finally drop the farce. Sighing she turns around to their packs, quickly changing out of the dress into some leather pants and a black linen blouse, tying her daggers to her waist and unpacking her arrows and her ebony bow. His eyes grow wider as he watches her, starting to understand what is happening. She is no damsel in distress, and she certainly does not want anything bedroom related with him either. And coward as he is, he tries to get away. When she finally turns around and sees him struggling with the magic, she laughs dryly.

"Oh, don't try it, big boy. We're at the shrine of Boethia, you won't get away, trust me."

"By Kynareth, who are you?!", he half screames at her.

"My name is Tameena, as I already told you... But there is more. Are you sure you want to hear it all? It will be the last thing your raping ass ever hears."

He grows even more pale. She knows. And he is terrified. All the other times he got away untouched, but this time he was in deep trouble.

"Well, I thought so. All you need to know is that I slay dragons for a living. I certainly don't need a pimpf like you to protect me. You are here because I require a human sacrifice to get in contact with her. And who would be better than a disgusting character as yourself?"

"MY FAMILY WILL THROW YOU INTO THE CIDHNA MINE!" he tries a last time to stun her.

"They could. Last time I was out after two days, so that is no threat to me, boy."

And the dagger of sacrifice finds his heart.

She wears her pack with the Mail of Boethia over her shoulders a few days later when she returns back to Markarth.

Grinning to herself she enters and climbs the stairs up to her home. Finally, a few days off.

She bathes and dresses herself again to go to the tavern, this time with a hood again. She sits at the bar, and Kleppr of course can't keep quiet about her play the other night.

"So, what was that all about, woman?"

"I don't know what you're talking about.", she grins at him mischievously.

"Fine, fine, keep your secrets.. but I guess the people here will sooner or later want to know about it. I take it, you did return alone."

"Aye, I did. His people will receive post the next few days, I presume. But I just lost sight on him, I don't know what happened."

"Sneaky woman!", he exclaims laughing, and then they return to their usual banter. He asks about her adventures and she happily obliges and tells the most breathtaking stories. Frieda came in some time later, greeting Kleppr in good spirits and smiling and joking with their customers. Tameena smiles to herself in earnest and through talking with Kleppr, she doesn't notice Argis stepping in again, too. He sits at the fireplace this time, talking to another warrior and scanning the people from time to time. And then he recognizes her, sitting at the bar, in a far more fitting clothing this time, trying to stay hidden in her hood. His sister told him that Lotek touched her inappropriately and that she was terrified of him, which is why he stayed in her reach as much as possible lately. She also told him, that the man departed together with exactly that woman sitting at the bar and chatting idly with the bartender right now.

He suddenly is highly alerted, watching the people more seriously. Frieda notices her brother's state of alert and grows a bit more nervous too, looking in the people's faces more carefully. She stands at the bar right next to Tameena and Kleppr, but then she looks closer at the woman's face and everything insider her drops.

It's her.

And when she is back, he will be too. While panic rises in her and freezes her in place another thing happens:

a man storms into the tavern and towards Frieda, waving with a piece of paper and piercing the young woman with his furious stare.

"YOU BITCH! It's your fault! You dare say these horrible things about my son, while I know you asked the dark ones to kill him!", he rages, pinning a confused and still panicked Frieda to the bar before anyone can react.

He reaches for his dagger, thoughts about all consequences thrown overboard, attempting to stab her.

"What, I did noth... AAAH!", she screams as he swings down.

KLANK

Tameenas dagger blocks his effectively, kicking him in the legs leaving him to stumble, fastening his arms behind his backs and effectively disarming him. She keeps him locked against the wall, several feet away from Frieda, face forward.

"Don't you dare touch her.", she snarls in his ear.

"She did the ritual of the dark brotherhood! She needs to be punished! She killed my son, that stupid bitch!"

"She did no such thing. A contract with us was not necessary to kick his raping ass to the afterlife.", she whispers into his ear.

Panicking he tries to free himself, but he doesn't stand a chance against her grip. "Don't you dare to ever oppose to her again. Your son deserved what he got. Grieve him, but he won't come back. I prayed for his soul, but this won't be any consolation for you, I'm sure.", she continues coldly whispering.

When she lets go of his arm he spins around, attempting to fight her, but freezes in place when he looks her in the face.

Her eyes bore into his, and he slowly goes backwards and finally turns around and runs.

The Inn is as silent as if there would not be a person in it at all, even the breathing quieted down rapidly. Frieda still stands frozen at the bar, her eyes almost popping out of her face. Tameena sits back down, grabbing her mug and looking at Kleppr, calmly.

"Where were we? Ah yes, Saarthal.", she says and continues her story to Kleppr. The others all getting the signal and continue with whatever they were doing before.

Argis still watches the ominous woman out of the side of his eyes while walking over to his sister, putting a hand on her shoulder in a protective stance. Frieda relaxes visibly, knowing he is close by, and finally finds the courage to speak.

"H-how did you do that?", she blurts out. Tameena and Kleppr both turning their heads to the young woman.

"How did I do what?"

"How did you block the d-dagger, how could you react so fast?", she blushes, feeling like a loud brat.

"I trained for most of my life how to fight. His movements were rather loud actually, and comparing to what I fight usually his arm strengths equals a kitten.", Tameena grins at the girl, watching her mouth open to gape. She catches herself after a few seconds, and asks the other question that weighs heavy on her mind.

"What about L-Lotek, is he really... dead? I did not perform any ritual, I swear..!", she starts to ramble. Tameena just raises her hand, motioning her to let her talk instead.

Frieda watches Tameena's eyes wander her face, keeping silent until the other she gets her answer. Her brothers fingers on her shoulder grew tense with that question, and he also awaited the answer impatiently.

"I think he really is dead, yes. And of course you did not perform that ritual, that was pure imagination from that old haggard. I mean, you would have been right to do so, he was an ass, but you didn't."

"How would you know?"

The warrior maiden just quirks a small smile at the woman. When it was clear that there is no answer this time, Frieda asks something else.

"Why did you travel with him? You certainly don't need anyone to protect you, after all.."

"I took him because he had hurt you."

Frieda's eyes grow big, breath catching in her throat and only Argis' presence keeps her from shaking up. "How did you know?!", she whispers mortified.

"I knew the look on your face when I saw you these days ago. And I also knew the look on his. He did not deserve that kind of power over anyone, not with a heart and a mind as ugly as his. A man who doesn't know how to handle a woman is a coward, and rather weak. And his actions spoke of this rather loudly and impossible to oversee. It made me sick to my stomach to see his sly face. He needed to be taken away – especially from you, as soon as possible."

"Where did you take him...?"

"Are you really sure you want to know?" Tameena asks, cocking her head to the side and one eyebrow rising up dramatically.

"I... yes. I think...", Frieda looks uncertain.

"Better not, then."

"You could tell me. I would really like to know whether I will ever have the chance to lay my fists on him." Argis says quietly. His eyes are studying the woman's face intently, and he knows that she will see the rage in his eyes immediately if she would look at him. And so she does. Frieda reaches up to touch the hands of him, also realizing his fury from his voice and trying to calm him down. "Brother.." she starts.

He just shakes his head at her.

Tameena had no intention to tell him anything he wouldn't need to know, but now their relation told her otherwise.

Her brothers killed the man who tried to touch her without even the blink of an eye. It is the same rage she sees in Argis' eyes now that she felt so many years ago in her brothers actions.

She stands up, rounding Frieda and going on her tiptoes to whisper very close to his ear: "Shrine of Boethia".

When she sinks back to her heels, taking a few steps back, she watches his face go from shocked to relieved to furious and last to almost hysterical. He laughs loudly, a deep rumble falling from his mouth like thunder would from the sky. Frieda and Kleppr look at him as if he lost his senses and Tameena smirks widely at his amusement.

"Fine, woman. I'll be satisfied with that.", he laughs.

Tameena then pays for her mead, telling Kleppr some news that let the laughter almost stuck in Argis' throat. "I'm off, Kleppr. The Jarl needs his blasted shield back.. wish me luck that maybe the housecarl he'll assign me will know how to fight properly and don't need protection from me instead." Waving she leaves the Inn.

When the door closes behind the warrior, Frieda just looks up to the shaken face of her brother. A minute goes by, and even though he still wears a frown, and a quiet smile spreads on his face.