Ch.4 removing arrow

The Ragged Flagon was a tavern inside Reften sewers system, the hidden base of the Thieves' Guild making it effetely the beating heart of the underworld… or at least smuggling and thieving trade in Skyrim; it placed in a large chamber with a big pool of water in the center surrounded stalls owned by varies merchants that had moved in due to the reassertion of the guild under the leadership of an Brynjolf and actions of a certain Bosmer who as of now was getting an arrow removed. Timmy let out of pain scream as the Alchemist finish pushing the arrow out from the other side of wood elf lower thigh, Rend now out of his dwarven armor and in mages robes looked displeased with Timmy as she sat on a chair that the Alchemist told her to sit on. Having done the surgical part the Alchemist reached over to his stalls counter and picked up two small glass bottles before turning back to Timmy.

"I think I don't have to tell you what theses do now" said the Alchemist knowing full well the girl is somewhat skill in alchemy should be able to tell what cornets of each bottle, he handed Timmy the first bottle that had its glass a reddish color to it. Timmy griped the bottle with her left hand and removed the cap with her right lifting it up to her nose, with one sniff the Bosmer turn her away in disgust at the intertwine smells of overcooked skeever, spoiled sea food, and ashes. Timmy turn her head back putting the mouth of the bottle to hers, slowly tiling her head back letting liquid fall onto her tongue before traveling into the throat the wood elf feature started to twist as the liquid tasted as bad as it smelled. The Alchemist and Rend watched on as the elder shock his head give a disappointing look while the younger still trying to maintain a look of displeasure had to suppress a laugh seeing Timmy face contort the way it did was kind of cute and couldn't suppress it for long let out a small chuckle causing the Bosmer to roll her eyes while blushing a little. As the last bitter drop journey into the wood elf throat sigil by one final gulp she pulled the bottle back and open her mouth to let out a gasp for air with tears forming on her eyelids before shocking her head and saying in a raspy voices "oh that was painfully."

"Well whatever keeps from getting sick." Retorted the Alchemist as he handed the next bottle to Timmy that had the same reddish color to it and just as last time down the contents; it wasn't as disgusting the other stuff but still pretty awful, the Bosmer could feel a warmth came from within the wound but instead being discomforting but the opposite. Soon there was a faint glow appeared as the flesh started to swell the hole made by the arrow unlit there was nothing left but a fresh scar and then it stared to hurt. Timmy who had to get undress for the arrow to be removed stood up from the chair she was sitting and walked over to a side table were brown trousers, along sleeve shirt, a belt, and pair of boots were places as was Rend paying The Alchemist for the fee. Once fully clothed Timmy left the stall not waiting for Rend to be done his chi-cha with the old man, the Breton in turn notice the Bosmer leaving and ended convention before chasing off after her with "see you later Herluin."

Timmy walked passed the varies stalls, underworld vendors, thieves, and other assorted criminals as she made her way towards the tavern needing speak with people on something's; first who was slandering her good name, and two what about this job near Blades-Meet. Continuing to at speed she was Rend catch up with Timmy "so are you going to tell me why I was kick down a flight of stairs." He ask maintaining a look of displeasure he had maintain once before causing the wood elf to let out a sigh "you alert them to-."

Rend cut her a quick "and fully armored man tumbling down steps don't, I could of help, I could of added, I could of stop that arrow striking you… I could have protected you!"

She stop walking before turning her distraction toward Rend "I know you mean will and all but as much you worry about me… I worry about more about you Rend." letting her brownish green eyes meet his blues "I remember when we were just students in Winterhold and we went into that ruin and- and-"

Tears started to form in the wood elf eyes at the shear thought at what happen in that forsaken places, Rends could feel his heart drop. He didn't want bring up Saarthal again; it was around the time when the two were glowing close and making a few friends before the whole trip to excavation site, after bit of misfortune He, Timmy, an argonian he befriend, a Redguard that Timmy befriend, Laster-gag a orc that both somehow befriend along three others became trapped from the rest of the group and had to find a way to rejoin them… unlikely for them to only way they have was clawing with draugr; mummified nord undead. This caused the other three students to bolt one an imperial girl knocking Rend as she fled further into the tunnels leaving the poor Breton at the mercy of a nearby draugr with war hand axe, likely for him the rest of the gang much more prepared with Timmy welding dwarven sword at the time came to Rends add slashing the undead creature into two and afterward he could remember pitting up the axe before advancing down the tunnel destroying draugr's with magic and weapons him plus companions welded before their foes minus his Argonian every time his magicak ran low he would resort to punching. Evenly reaching a large room with a large giant sphere at the center and a mummified body sitting on a throne in front of the object, it was at that Tolfdir had meet up with the group and everyone imitate ran towards sphere to look at but not Rend who instead was inspecting in the mummified body.

The last thing The Breton can remember is its empty eye-sockets glowing with a bright blue light as it came to life hold, shock Rend back up into a table as the draugr deathlord pit up a war axe resting on the side of the throne before raising up towering over the young mage. Their eyes interlocking; the creatures' lifeless unnatural glowing blues orbs stared into the more natural fearful ones of Rend as he watch the draugr rise the war axe above its head and then… blackness is all that Rend can remember, they did defeat the deathlord his friends. A few days later he came back into conscious four days later finding himself back at his room the hall of elements with Timmy sleeping in a chair beside his bed before letting out a yawn and waken up, when she saw the Breton had waken her face went sad to happy to anger before she started yelling; screaming how he scared half her to death and if Rend would ever do that again she would kill him… all before breaking down and sobbing. Rend found out later that she was the one who saved his life by breaking an magic talisman that her mom give to her and held vigil over Rend for duration that he was out. Rend feels pretty bad about this seeing Timmy also blames herself for what happen even thought it was his fault.

He reached his hand wiped away the tears from the Bosmer brown-green before saying "hey you shouldn't keep blaming that one incident."

"It was one incident to many." Timmy said sniffling in return, Rend pulled her which she didn't resist before wrapping her own arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest as two had a moment… people just walked as usual ignoring the scene all together as they went about their business. In a few minutes the two broke part.

"Let's go." Said the Dragonborn and the two their walk toward the Flagon.

End of Ch.4 removing an arrow