Short chapter, I know. But it had to break here for flow purposes.


Chapter 3: Solitude?


"Archmage?"

"Yes, J'zargo?"

"This is not Solitude," I observed, looking around at the snow surrounding us.

"True enough," she replied, "but we're not exactly going there." She pulled a map out of her cleavage - side note, how does she fit so much stuff in her cleavage? - and consulted it for a moment.

"Where will we be going?"

"Hang on, a little bit farther… and… here!" She stopped and turned to her right suddenly and made a grand gesture. "Behold! The Reeking Cave! Also, the secret back door to the Thalmor Embassy."

My eyes widened to almost-comical proportions. "The Thalmor Embassy? We're going to break into the Thalmor Embassy? Have you been stealing my moon-sugar?"

She simply rolled her eyes. "No, we're entering the Embassy through the back door. The even gave me a key the last time I was here," she defends, putting away the map and pulling out a key. "See? Anyway, why would I steal your moon-sugar? Everyone knows that Argonian Bloodwine is the best intoxicating substance in Keizaal."

"Khajiit will stay out here. It is safer among the deadly beasts, freezing cold, and murderous vampires than in there with the Thalmor."

She shrugged. "Your loss. I'll bring you some brandy. Ambassador Elenwen always has the best brandy… Mmm… Cyrodilic Brandy…" She trailed off, eyes glazing over.

I sighed. "J'zargo would like either rum or skooma. Khajiit is attempting to transmute liquids."

"Alright! Back in a bit!" She flashed me a smile, and disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

I waited for a moment to see if she would come back out quickly. "Finally," I sighed out once it was clear she'd be a while. "Peace and quiet."


Note: Keizaal is the dovahzul for Skyrim