Well, the last chap was so short because I had to write it twice, 1st version get deleted, and it looked like a good place to end. Well, it wasn't. Today (or, rather, yesterday by now) I went to replay the game and while I planned to skip the whole thing up to Golden Claw quest, now I see that I can't. Too much Ellie's mental health is coming into way. :D

RainbowWhisper - Ah, write as long as you wish! "You're a talkative one, aren't you." as Vilkas used to say. And I enjoy reading very much.

But I failed at everyday update. Youtube Vilkas harem (insert big, sparkly heart there) proved itself to be too much a distraction. Just as "Everyday I'm Shufflyn'" Skyrim vids. Me, I'm being such a rag. Sorry, guys! ):

An especially bad writing today, since I was sleepy, and I don't know how to make it right now.

I don't know what madness made me think that it all would end there. Of course it hadn't, as I was tactlessly reminded by my Nord companion.

"It looks like only we made it." he mused, looking on a body lying near the table. "You can take Gunjor's equipment, he's not going to need it anymore."

Oh, thanks, Madness. You just made it a little bit worse. How does one strip a man of his clothing? Dead man, to boot?

Raloff sighed seeing me fumbling with straps with those shaking hands of mine and crouched next to me, helping me with my grim task.

"Come on, lass. We don't have time for this." he said, getting last buckles open. "Now strip."

"What!" I cried out in suprise. Now, that wasn't a game line! But... hey, that had to be an armor thing. Sure, I wouldn't be able to get it on all by myself. "Oh, right." I mumbled, pulling my shirt over my head.

"Good girl" he praised me distractedly, dressing me in his fallen friend's clotching. "Now, grab the axe and swing it few times for a try. The fun is just starting."

"I never had such a thing in my hands before." I admitted, on the verge of tears.

He shoot me a serious glance.
"Then you better pray to the gods to be a fast learner."

"Now, quiet. They have to be Imperials" Raloff whispered when the sound of heavy steps echoed in the corridor.
Knowing what came next, I hid myself behind him, actually considering his advice."

My back glued to the wall, I took small swing with my waraxe at the first Imperial that got through my new friend. The heavy thing not having enough force to actually hurt him only knocked him down, and I stood and looked at him in shock.

"End him, girl! He wouldn't spare you!" Raloff called behind me "And get the hell over there to help."

I crouched near my victim and took another swing. I felt as a executioner, and seeing terror in his eyes doesn't exactly help. But soon Imperial's head rolled on the floor, sick sound of cleaved flesh and bone echoing in the hall.
Then I looked at the blood-splashing body. And the darkness claimed me.

The first thing I felt while slipping out of the darkness grisp was a burning sensation in my mouth and strong, warm hand patting on my back. Old methods always the best, huh?

"Now, lass. Everything is gonna be alright." soothing voice came, when I slowly opened my eyes. My head was spinning, but I forced myself to myself with the help of Raloff. I looked around to see what happened.
And that was definitely bad decision. Believe me, the sight of severed heads and splitted guts is not the one that girl want to see first in the morning.

When I finished throwing up at the blood-splattered floor, the Nord got me up again.

"First battle, huh?" he asked compassionately.

"Yeah" I answered between catching my breath. "Never seen that much blood before."

He looked at me seriously.

"So you better get used, lass. There's long road to freedom to us, and in Skyrim, you won't be able to escape seeing fights now and then."

"I know, I know" I panted, already feeling better. "I just need to calm my shaking hands and we can get moving."

"Now, that's my girl" he smiled to himself, already getting away.

"Wait!" I called suddenly.

"Lass, I wont leave..."

"No, that's not it!" I declared, gesturing my hands wildly at the corpses "We're going to need money, right!"

He shot me a slightly amused look of appreciation. "Now, I like the way you think, lass!"

When Raloff and I stripped the corpses of anything valuable, and he showed me how to place my loot on my body for it to weight me down as little as possible, we set out again. To tell the truth, I always found the games concept of running around with the several sets of armor comical, but now I was doing exactly the same thing. Well, fate, I suppose.

Before going away I forced myself to look closely at the wounds as long as possible.

"What the hell are you doing, lass?" reached me the slightly annoyed voice of my Nord friend.

"Getting used to the sight of blood and hacked bones" I answered as calmly as I could. "Me fainting in the midst of battle is not going to do us any good."

"If you think so." he said, but hadn't looked convinced.

"Now, I think I'll be alright. We can go now." I told him, heading out to the kitchen.

And know what? I lied.