Sooo... It's been awhile. However I'm glad to see some comments and would like you to know I read an appreciate ALL of them, good or bad. Last chapter had some mistakes that I hope to fix when I get the time, but for now, here's chapter threeeeeee...
Marcurio stood at the gates of Riften, glancing around at the trees on either side of the cobblestone path leading off to Gods knows where. Perhaps, he thought to himself, I should have glanced at a map of some sort.'
He shook his head and tried to think it over logically. "If windhelm was somewhere to the north or Riften," He quietly mumbled, "and the city gates point west, eventually we shall have to turn..." He swiveled his body to the right and pointed with hesitant determination into the treeline "...that way."
Satisfied with his somewhat sound reasoning, he spun around once more to face his employer. The Girl- who he know knew as Beo- looked to be having a slightly heated debate with a more or less innocent town guard standing at the gate.
It wasn't until the guard in question shakily gripped the hilt of his iron sword that she decided it was better to let whatever she had been rambling aimlessly about die, and turned on her armor-clad heels towards the wizard.
"Uh-"
"Lead the way before they ban me from the city," She interrupted. "too many good business prospects for me to be kicked out now."
"What did you say to him?" He asked as he began rather unsurly down the stone street.
"He tried to make me pay some bullshit "visitors tax" upon entering the city last night, I thought I'd give him a piece of my mind is all. I don't like thieves."
Marcurio shrugged at the statement. "You've come to the wrong city then, is seems."
She returned his shrug with one of her own, only more dramatic as if to mock him. "Riften doesn't seem that bad. It seems as if corruption brings people together, in a way."
While Marcurio puzzled over this statement, the shorty reached the first fork in the road. His puzzling was then interrupted by another, more paniced form of thought. which way which way which way which waaaay
His sudden unrest was made apparent by his expression shifting to one of a light panic, which Beo found rather dramatic for the situation, as it was only a simple fork in the-
Oh.
She realized her own stupidity along with his and resisted the urge to smack herself upon the forget with her palm. She had just wandered into the forest with a strange man who had no idea where he was going.
Before she was able to make her realization know to the wizard, however, something, or rather, someone, exploded out of the brush behind her and began to attack her.
Marcurio snapped away from his thoughts and began charging a spell, but it was never fired, because before he could even summon spsrks to his palm, the Nord woman had spun to face her attacker, grabbed his wrist, and used it to pull him to the ground with a resounding thud the echoed slightly in the mostly empty forest.
It was a redguard man, dressed in black with a hood that had now falled off to reveal his face. He looked rather pitiful, pinned to the floor, terrified expression on his face as his hands were held above his head by one of the girl's, his dagger now abandoned.
Beo on the other hand had on an expression that made her appear to be carved out of ice cold stone. It looked as if she was completely unbothered, practically unamused by the attempt on her life.
"Who sent you." She asked simply in a tone that sent a shiver down both Marcurio's and the would-be-assasin's spines.
Marcurio found himself swallowing hard at the sight before him. She was rather frightening. Rather... Sexy, this way, with her metal plated knee pressing harshly into the redguard's chest.
"I-I'm," the frightened boy swallowed "I've been sent b-by the dark brotherhood."
"Why?" She pressed harder with her knee and began to feel the creak of his ribcage protesting the weight.
The boy yelled slightly in pain and cried out, "I-I don't know, Astrid told me t-" he went silent as a sharp blade of his own knife entered the side of his neck.
The Nord stood away from the now dead redguard. This was not the first assassination attemp on her this week, nor would it be the last. Using his own blade to kill him had been rather harsh, she realized, but nothing could be done about it. She turned to Marcurio, standing a few feet away, looking somewhere between terrified, awstruck, disgusted, and arroused. She placed her hands on her armored hips and sighed loudly at him before exclamating, "You have no idea where we are going do you?
