" Hey Thrynn have you seen Celeana? I haven't seen the lass all day." Brynjolf asked. Thrynn glanced up from his sword, taking notice of the worried expression on his friend's face. Images of the other night flashed through his mind. Of course he'd be worried, he was in love with her after all.
" No I haven't." He answered as he went back to polishing her blade. " Maybe she went out hunting or something."
" I highly doubt that." Brynjolf furred his brow in disbelief, crossing his arms. Thrynn tried to focusing on his blade but found it hard to with the worry radiating off of the nord in front of him. He had known his friend to be somewhat of a charmer and though he'd often worry somewhat for the women he swooned he was never this worried. So either he was truly heads over her or . . .
" Bryn, what's wrong?" He pushed, his voice hardening.
" God damnit it told her not to go. She promised me." He growled. Thrynn stood, putting his sword on his bed and grabbed Brynjolf by the shoulders.
" Brynjolf where is she?" He snipped.
" Mercer sent her off to retrieve some ax stolen by a bandit clan."
Thrynn's grip tightened more and his eyes narrowed.
" Which one?"
Brynjolf took a deep breath and mumbled the name. Instantly Thrynn's heart froze. No she couldn't have gone. That was the one of the few clans his group always made sure to steer clear from. He had seen their work up close and needless to say they had no mercy to show no matter who the person was. When you battled with them it was either death or victory.
" I'll go get her."
" Thrynn no, if you go alone then you'll be slaughtered along with her." Brynjolf snapped. " Wait until more people come back. We will set out then. Don't be stupid, think with your head and not your heart."
Thrynn glanced up at him. Then he took a deep breath and nodded.
" Alright."
Brynjolf gave him a soft pat on the back, in hopes to reassure him.
" We will get her back. She could have only left today so she won't be too far."
Thrynn nodded again, staying still as Brynjolf walked away. He waited for the sound of the door being closed then he swung around and sheathed his sword at his waist. Quickly, he threw a lump of food, weapons and potions into a bag before slinging it around his back. As he ascended up the stairs he knew he'd have to apologize to Brynjolf for not waiting. But he had been a bandit at one time, he knew what their life was like. How they lived, how the fought, how they killed. With as fast as Celeana traveled he could only hope that traveling through the day an night would manage to get him caught up to her. Then he'd drag her back, through the muck and the mud if he had to, and keep her locked up in the Cistern until the stupid idea of hers left her head. That's if he caught up to her in time. If.
Thrynn made the poor horse run as fast as it could as long as it could. But the creature wasn't made of steel. It needed water breaks and time to catch it's breath. All time that Celeana could be using to get closer to the bandits.
He never once stopped to sleep or eat. His stomach grumbled but he didn't want to waste time. In this situation even a split second could be the difference in her life and death. He groaned in frustration. Just what was she thinking? She knew it was stupid to go in to such a camp, she had to. Yet she still did it anyways all to make Mercer eat his words. His fingers tightened on the reins. Mercer. He'd make him pay when he got back. The bastard knew that she'd take the bait willingly. It's like he actually wanted her to get killed.
He pawed at his eyes in attempt to wake himself up. He couldn't sleep, he could sleep once he found her and had her safe.
The sunrise had started to rise over an hour ago. She surely couldn't have gotten that far in that amount of time, especially if she had walked. He glanced back at the sky and mumbled his prayers to the divines. To keep her alive and in a healthy condition. To give him sort of sign. When he saw nothing he let out a sigh. How stupid he was to think that something would actually show up.
His stomach gave a violent growl. Thrynn patted it gently with his hand. It was as if he could smell the embers of a fire, the smoke as it cooked. His nose twitched. It was as if he really could smell it. Naturally, he began to look around. Then he saw it. There above the trees was a trail of smoke. His heart leaped into his throat as he demanded the horse to race towards it. He didn't know why and he most certainly didn't know how but he did know that in his heart that this was his chance. That on the other side of these trees she'd be waiting.
