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Chapter Ten
The sound of Lassarina and Einarr arguing was so loud, some swear they could be heard in Dragonsreach. But after several hours of yelling, Einarr was finally convinced that it was the right thing to do. They made plans to hire a carriage to take them to Riften through Falkreath Hold, stopping briefly at Riverwood to speak to Delphine. Then, after they found Esbern, Lassarina and Einarr would split up, Einarr taking Esbern back to Delphine while Lassarina went with Vilkas and the twins to Windhelm.
"Is taking them to Riften such a good idea?" Einarr asked. "Odds are the Thalmor will be there when we arrive."
"They'll be safe," Lassarina assured him. "Brynjolf bought himself a house recently, Honeyside. Faolan and Lyanna will be safe there while we search the Ratway for Esbern. Plus, everyone in the Guild has been dying to meet them."
Einarr turned to Vilkas, arching a brow. "And you're all right with her exposing your children to those thieves?"
"If it bothered me, I wouldn't have married their Guildmaster," Vilkas chuckled, leaning over to Lassarina to kiss her on the cheek.
Einarr rolled his eyes and they finished finalizing their plans. Lassarina wrote a letter to Ulfric explaining the situation and to expect them in a little over a week's time, then hired a courier to deliver it to his hands and his hands only. They all packed their belongings for the trip and met at the stables early the next morning. Einarr smiled at the sight of Faolan and Lyanna stumbling forward on shaky legs, chasing a pair of butterflies while Vilkas hired the carriage driver and Lassarina helped Etienne with his things.
"Papa, does Fang have to go with all of you?" Kiraya asked with a pout, looking regretfully at the large wolf as he trailed after the twins.
"We don't know how long Faolan and Lyanna will have to stay in Windhelm," Einarr explained to his daughter. "They'll be nervous enough, being in a strange place surrounded by people they don't know. It'll be comforting to have Fang around."
Kiraya sighed heavily, pushing one of her many braids away from her face. "Aye, I guess you're right."
Einarr patted his daughter's shoulder, since she seemed so indifferent about giving him hugs these days. Eager to prove to everyone that she was no longer a little girl, Kiraya had developed a very mature attitude and was starting to come off as her mother had when she was alive. When Einarr told her how she was just like her mother, Kiraya had decided to start wearing her hair like Faraya had; long and sectioned off into several braids. She was going to be staying with Avyanna and Farkas while he was away and had already made plans with Rohan to go hunting. It would be their first time hunting without any adult supervision.
"Stay out of trouble while I'm away," Einarr warned her.
"Me? Get into trouble?" Kiraya giggled. "Why Papa, what would ever make you think I would get into trouble?"
Einarr gave her a playful glare. "Because you're just like your mother, and she was always getting into trouble."
"Kiraya!" Rohan's voice called out from up the road.
Einarr looked up and saw the boy approaching with his pet hawk, Caleo, perched on his shoulder. Kiraya let out a sharp whistle, one that hurt Einarr's sensitive ears, and the hawk flew from his shoulder to hers.
"Ready to go hunting?" Rohan asked, his voice cracking a bit.
"Aye, I've been waiting for a little while now," she answered.
"Does your sister know you left?" Einarr asked the boy.
"Aye, she was bent over a bucket when I left, but I'm pretty sure she heard me say I was going."
Einarr frowned, sympathizing for Avyanna. Being a woman in Skyrim wasn't easy, but being a pregnant woman must be extremely difficult and Avyanna was already short tempered enough. Once she started experiencing mood swings, she would be terrifying to approach. He feared Farkas might end up with a scar and a couple of black eyes before his child was born.
"Remember what Avyanna and I told you," Einarr told the two youngsters sternly. "Stay near the roads and within earshot of a guard. Last thing we need is a sabre cat getting the pair of you."
"I checked in with a guard who came back from the afternoon patrol yesterday," Rohan said. "He said there hasn't been any sabre cat or bear sightings, so we should be alright. Worst thing we could run into is some wolves."
Einarr's brows rose a bit, impressed that the boy checked with a guard before going out hunting. It's exactly what any smart hunter would do before going out on the plains.
"Einarr, we're ready to go!" Lassarina called.
He looked over and saw his sister lifting the twins onto the carriage before helping Etienne on. Turning to Kiraya and Rohan, he nodded a goodbye to the boy before placing a kiss on the top of his daughter's head, making her swat him away with a lightly furred hand.
"Papa," she complained.
Einarr rolled his eyes, not enjoying this newfound independence. "Keep her safe, Rohan."
"I will," the boy promised, running toward the plains and whistling to his hawk.
Kiraya ran after him without saying goodbye, leaving Einarr with a frown on his face.
Picking his pack off the ground, he slung it over his shoulder and climbed into the back of the carriage, sitting beside Etienne and pulling Faolan into his lap. "First trip out of Whiterun," Einarr told the boy. "You're going to see so many new things, like wolves and foxes and bears. Then one day, when you're big enough, you'll be able to go out there and kill one on your own."
"Aye, but that day won't be coming any time soon," Lassarina chuckled. "He's more likely to hug a rabid bear now."
The entire ride to Riverwood, Lassarina and Vilkas held their children, smiling as they gaped at the big, wide world around them. When they reached the woodland area, the twins stared up at the tall trees, their mouths hanging open. At one point during the ride, Lassarina handed Faolan to Etienne, and the toddler proceeded to smack the thief's chin with his little fist.
"Looks like he's picking up the Companions trade early," Einarr laughed, ruffling Faolan's thick black hair affectionately.
When they arrived in Riverwood, Etienne and Vilkas sat down for a drink with their carriage driver, while Lassarina and Einarr went to Delphine's secret room with the information. Having never been inside the hidden room, Lassarina took a couple of moments to look around while Delphine went through the dossiers.
"The Thalmor know nothing about the dragons," Einarr told her as she read through her own dossier.
"Really?" she sniffed. "That seems hard to believe. You're sure about that?"
Lassarina turned to glare at her. "Why'd you send us if you weren't going to believe us?"
"Rina," Einarr growled a warning. Turning to Delphine he said, "Yes, we're sure. They're looking for someone named Esbern, though."
"Esbern?" Delphine gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "He's alive? I thought the Thalmor must have got him years ago. That crazy old man . . ."
"Nay, he's alive," Lassarina explained. "His dossier is right there, and I know exactly where he's hiding."
Delphine picked up his dossier and skimmed through it. "Figures the Thalmor would be on his trail, though, if they were trying to find out what's going on with the dragons. He knew everything about the ancient dragonlore of the Blades."
"So we read," Einarr commented.
"He was obsessed with it, really. Nobody paid much attention back then. I guess he wasn't as crazy as we all thought."
"Oh, so the Blades thought he was crazy too?" Lassarina asked, tipping her head. "Good, I feel much better now, knowing the Guild wasn't just being short sighted."
"The Thalmor seem to think the Blades know about the dragons," Einarr told Delphine.
The Breton chuckled. "Ironic, right? The old enemies assume that every calamity must be a plot by the other side. Even so, we've got to find Esbern before they do. He'll know how to stop the dragons if anybody does." She looked at Lassarina. "You said you know exactly where he's hiding?"
"He lives locked up in some room in the Ratway," his sister answered. "I've never tried talking with him though. I just thought he was some crazy recluse. Only ever opened the door to receive supplies."
"You'd better get to Riften then. Talk to Brynjolf. He's . . . well-connected."
"Delphine, you forget who I am," Lassarina sighed, her eyes narrowing. "Brynjolf may be well connected, but no one knows what goes down in the Ratway better than Vekel the Man."
Delphine blinked. "Right, I forgot all about your . . . position. Oh, and when you find Esbern . . . if you think I'm paranoid . . . you may have some trouble getting him to trust you."
"Then do you know a way we can get him to trust us?" Einarr asked.
"Just ask him where he was on the Thirtieth of Frostfall. He'll know what it means."
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They arrived in Riften three days later, just around noon, when the streets were bustling and the merchants area was full. The guards stood on alert when Lassarina walked through, no doubt knowing who she was, and said nothing as she passed them. She was extremely happy to be back in her hometown, a feeling that Etienne shared. For the first time in days, the Breton thief looked relaxed and more like his old self, smiling as he carried Faolan on his shoulders. The three days of travel was plenty of time for Lassarina's son to grow attached to the thief and Etienne seemed to share the feeling.
"I never thought I'd return here," Etienne murmured. "I was sure they were going to kill me back at the embassy."
"That whole ordeal is behind you now," Lassarina told him with a comforting smile. "Just try and forget, look on to the future. I still need you to bring in coin for the Guild."
"Looks like Brynjolf is in his stand," Vilkas commented, Lyanna fast asleep in his arms.
Lassarina spotted her second just as a very short woman bumped into her.
"Sorry," the woman mumbled, her head bowed as she tried to walk away.
Not fooled for one second, Lassarina grabbed the girl's wrist and twisted her arm behind her, kicked the backs of her knees and knelt with one knee on her back as she flattened the girl to the ground. Fang snarled and barked angrily at the woman Lassarina had pinned down, and she had to quiet the wolf down with a harsh tone.
"What in Oblivion is wrong with you?" the woman demanded, her voice tight with pain. "Get off of me, you crazy bitch!"
"Very impressive," Lassarina praised the girl, as if she hadn't spoken. "I didn't even feel your hand when you picked my pocket."
The woman went stiff beneath her. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about."
Still ignoring her, Lassarina continued. "I just have one criticism though. Next time you're going to pick a pocket in Riften, make sure that pocket doesn't belong to the Guildmaster."
The woman gasped beneath her and Lassarina decided to let her go. Getting up off the ground, the woman dusted herself off and Lassarina got her first good look at her. A Breton, she had pale, blonde hair cut short so it was just reaching her jaw. Her sun-kissed skin indicated she was no stranger to the outdoors and she had a few freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. Her gray-brown eyes held the conniving intelligence one would find in a thief, but her small stature didn't really have her come across as intimidating. Lassarina herself was short, but this woman had to be at least half a foot shorter.
"You're the Guildmaster?" the woman asked, her mouth parted a bit.
"Aye, she is," Brynjolf spoke loudly as he made his way over to them. "Lass, you picked the wrong pocket, but in your defense, you had no way of knowing who she was."
"Where'd you find this one, Bryn?" Lassarina asked her oldest friend with a smirk. "She's short enough to pass for one of the orphans."
"Well, Honorhall does tend to spit out most of our recruits." He smiled and gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "It's good to see you again, lass."
"My name is Amelia Degarmo," the Breton woman spoke up, her eye's flashing with jealousy. "I used to be part of the Daggerfall Thieves Guild. I came to Skyrim on an errand from my Guildmaster, but I decided to stay."
"Now what would make you leave Daggerfall and come to a place like Skyrim?" Lassarina asked.
Amelia shrugged. "I like the weather here better. That, and the idea of a female Guildmaster appealed to me."
"Ah, well, that would be me. My name is Lassarina; pleased to meet you." Nodding at Vilkas behind her she added, "That's my husband Vilkas, our daughter Lyanna, and my brother Einarr. Forgive me for not being around more."
"No, I understand. I was told you had children."
Brynjolf perked up when he spotted Lyanna in Vilkas's arms. "You brought the twins with you!"
"I didn't just bring the twins," she told him, nodding over at Etienne.
"Etienne," Brynjolf gasped, his eyes widening with shock. "You're back!"
The Breton man stepped forward, allowing Lassarina to take Faolan off his shoulder. "Aye, I got abducted by some man that hung around the Flagon. He tied me up and took me to the Thalmor Embassy, where they tortured me for information on that old loon hiding in the Ratway, Esbern."
"I found him when Einarr and I infiltrated the embassy," Lassarina explained. "We were searching for information on why the dragons were reappearing and found Etienne all beat up in a cell."
Brynjolf frowned, his eyes flashing with anger. "When you didn't come back after two weeks, we all thought you had met with some unfortunate accident."
"I hope that doesn't mean everyone took all my stuff," Etienne chuckled.
"You said the Thalmor took you?"
"Yes."
Brynjolf turned to Lassarina, his eyes dark. "A group of Thalmor arrived at Riften this morning. They're in the Ratway right now."
Lassarina's eyes widened and she looked at Einarr.
"We've got to get down there, and fast," her brother growled.
"Aye, but let's leave the twins somewhere safe first," she nodded. Turning to Brynjolf she added, "Hope you don't mind Vilkas and me putting you out of your new house for a night."
Brynjolf gave her a smirk. "Nay, lass, I don't mind. I'll take you there myself and will even watch the little ones for you."
Etienne headed back to the Guild, intending to use the secret entrance in the graveyard to avoid any Thalmor, and Lassarina followed Brynjolf to his new house. Surprisingly enough, Amelia tagged along with them too. She remembered spending her wedding night inside Honeyside, Karliah having stolen the keys from the Jarl's steward upon Vilkas's request. As they approached the house, she could see it had been fixed up a bit on the outside and there was a garden around the side.
"I didn't know you had such a green thumb, Brynjolf," Einarr commented.
"I don't," the red-haired thief chuckled, unlocking the front door. "Amelia here is the one who planted everything you see."
"I like to dabble in alchemy whenever I can," she explained with a shrug. "I'm not very good though. The only thing I can make well are invisibility potions."
Brynjolf held the door open for everyone to walk inside and Lassarina proceeded to drop her pack on the floor against the wall and set Faolan down on the floor. Fang sniffed around as he surveyed the knew area, sticking his nose into every nook and cranny.
"Is that wolf tame?" Amelia asked nervously.
"I trust him alone with my children, he's so gentle," Lassarina assured her, watching the wolf sniff around.
Vilkas walked over to the large double bed in the next room and set Lyanna down, resting the little girl's head on the pillow. Faolan walked over to the bedside and clutched at the top of the bed in an attempt to get to his sister. Vilkas quickly hoisted him up by grabbing the back of his shirt and set him down beside Lyanna.
"They've grown quite a bit," Brynjolf commented, staring at the children. "You sure Lyanna's not mine though? With that hair of hers, she might very well be."
"Very funny, Brynjolf," Vilkas growled, glaring daggers at him.
"I was only joking, Vilkas."
Amelia glared up at him and elbowed him in the ribs. "It wasn't funny."
Lassarina looked around the room quickly, taking in all the furniture, when she spotted a pair of women's small clothes hanging carelessly off a nearby chair. She turned to Brynjolf and gave him an amused stare.
"Having fun with the tavern wenches?" she giggled.
Brynjolf turned to answer her, but received another jab in the ribs from Amelia. "Lass, you're going to get me into a lot of trouble."
"So the shameless charmer finally has a woman tying him down," Einarr noted.
Lassarina snorted when she saw Amelia glare even more. "Sorry for getting you in trouble, Bryn." Turning to Einarr and Vilkas, she said, "I'm going to go change into my armor and then we can go down to the Ratway."
She grabbed her pack off the ground and went downstairs to the cellar, finding a guest bedroom. She quickly changed into her Nightingale armor, pulling the hood and mask over her face, and knew the only part of her that would be seen were her twinkling eyes. Running back upstairs, she saw that Vilkas and Einarr were both ready to go. She quickly gave a still sleeping Lyanna a kiss and then ruffled Faolan's hair.
"Brynjolf, keep them safe," she urged her friend. "Make sure no one finds them. If any Thalmor even come near you, kill them."
Brynjolf's face got extremely serious. "Lass, what's going on?"
"I'll tell you once we're done with our business in the Ratway. I'm leaving Fang here to guard the twins." She turned to the wolf, sitting at the foot of the bed. "Guard them with your lives, boy."
Fang's ear twitched a bit and a growl rumbled in his throat. The wolf wasn't going to let anyone near the twins.
"If Lyanna wakes up, just make sure she can't reach anything that can knock you out," Vilkas said with a grin as he stepped out of the house.
Lassarina and Einarr laughed, but Brynjolf's brows furrowed in confusion. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"
He never got an answer. Lassarina led her brother and Vilkas to the graveyard and down the secret entrance to the Cistern. To her surprise, the Cistern was practically empty. The only thieves she saw walking around were Etienne, Niruin, and Cynric Endell. As she walked toward the platform above the water, Niruin approached her, his face serious.
"Niruin, where is everyone?" she asked him, pulling down her mask.
"They're all in the Flagon," he explained. "They're all out for blood for what they did to Etienne, and they're waiting for them to come through that door leading into the Ratway."
She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I'll take care of it."
They walked over to the Flagon, and Lassarina frowned at the sight of all her thieves, glaring at the door. The rage in their eyes disappeared momentarily at the sight of her.
"Why in Oblivion are all of you staring at a door when there's work to be done?" she snapped.
"Rina, the Thalmor need to pay for what they did to Etienne," Vipir said, stepping forward.
"You probably don't even know what happened," Sapphire added.
"I know full well what happened with Etienne," she told them all. "My brother Einarr and I are the ones who found him and saved him. So I'm going to be the one to take care of them while all of you go back to the Cistern and go about your own damned business."
They all grumbled and muttered angrily but did as she said and walked past her, Einarr, and Vilkas to get back to the cistern. The only ones that didn't leave were Karliah, Delvin and Vex.
"You three watch the door," she ordered. "Any Thalmor come though, kill them."
They nodded and Lassarina pulled her mask back on, turning to the door leading into the Ratway Warrens. She exchanged a quick look with Einarr and Vilkas before pushing it open and stepping through. They walked down the short hallway and Lassarina was abruptly yanked back by her brother. She was about to turn and snap at him, but a ball of flames flew right over, hitting the spot she had stood in not even a second before.
"They know we're here," Einarr growled, pulling out his greatsword.
Vilkas grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. "Are you alright?"
"Aye, love, I'm fine, just pissed that I almost got burned," she muttered, pulling out her bow and nocking an arrow. "How far away is the mage?"
Einarr poked his head around the corner, pulling it back quickly when another fireball flew past. "Right at the end of the walkway. If you walk out crouched down, you might be able to hit him without getting hit yourself."
She nodded and took a deep breath, pulling back the bowstring and dropping to a crouch. She quickly stepped out, ducking when a fireball flew overhead, and glared up at the Thalmor, taking aim and firing. The arrow got him in the chest, causing him to stagger a bit and giving Lassarina plenty of time to fire another arrow, this time hitting his heart.
"He's down," she announced. The sound of footsteps alerted her of more Thalmor, and she saw two of them approaching from across the way. "Here come some soldiers."
Vilkas and Einarr stepped out and ran at the Thalmor soldiers, their weapons ready to strike. Right when the opposing sides met, blood splattered onto the stone floor and the decapitated head of a soldier rolled across the ground. Lassarina fired arrows, but they weren't really needed as Vilkas and Einarr hacked and slashed through the elven armor the soldiers wore with their dragonbone greatswords. It wasn't a fair fight, and the soldiers fell to the ground quickly, all of them dead.
"Think that's enough revenge for Etienne?" Einarr asked, scanning the bodies on the floor. "I count three, plus the ones we killed back at the embassy."
"It'll never be enough," Lassarina growled. "I'll kill any Thalmor I see for the rest of my life if I have to. It's what they deserve for messing with the Guild."
"Love, let's just find this man Esbern and get out of here," Vilkas suggested, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She agreed and led them through the warrens, not running into anymore Thalmor and only stopping to pick up some gold left lying around. They traveled deep into the Ratway, grimacing at how much worse the smell got the deeper they went in. When they finally reached the chamber where all the lowlives and insane people lived, Lassarina walked up the stairs, ignoring the mad ranting of a woman in a closed room.
"What's wrong with her?" Vilkas asked, listening to what she was saying.
"Ignore her; she's just as mad as everyone else who lives down here," Lassarina told her husband.
Einarr stared down a man behind bars, not taking his eyes off of him until Lassarina and Vilkas had passed. He kept threatening them to get closer or to take a step into his cell, but if they did the man would no doubt die by their hands.
"I think we've found his room," Lassarina murmured, staring at the door with wide eyes.
"Kynareth bless," Vilkas gaped.
The door had several locks and bars for reinforcement built in and looked nearly impossible to breach. If Esbern refused to let them in, Lassarina didn't think she would be able to pick all the locks. Gulping, she walked right up to the door and knocked on it loudly. She heard a muffled curse within and the sound of shuffling footsteps.
"Go away!" he shouted from inside.
"Esbern?" she called. "Open the door. I'm a friend."
She took a step back when she heard the sound of metal sliding and saw that the door also had a peephole built into it. She saw the terrified blue gaze of an old man and immediately felt bad for him.
"What?!" he gasped. "No, that's not me. I'm not Esbern. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Esbern, the Thalmor have found you," she explained. "You need to get out of here."
"Oh, how reassuring. Most likely you're with the Thalmor and this is just a trick to get me to open the door! You're probably a Thalmor yourself! Why else would you be wearing that hood and mask?"
Lassarina blinked, completely forgetting she was still wearing her hood and mask and quickly pulled them off, flashing Esbern a reassuring smile. "See? Not a Thalmor."
"I can't see your face," he grumbled. "It's too dark."
A small ball of light suddenly escaped through the peephole and floated over to her until it hovered just above her head. She heard Esbern suck in a breath.
"It—it can't be," he whispered to himself, loudly enough for it to be heard.
"Delphine said to 'remember the Thirtieth of Frostfall,'" Einarr spoke, coming to stand beside Lassarina.
The light shone on his face and once again Esbern gasped.
"Esbern?" Lassarina leaned in, curious as to why he was so silent. "Are you alright?"
"Ah, yes yes, I'm fine. Indeed, I do remember. Delphine really is alive, then? You'd better come in, then, and tell me how you found me and what you want." He closed the peephole and suddenly he started muttering to himself as he fiddled with the locks. "This'll just take a moment . . ."
Lassarina snorted and looked at both Vilkas and Einarr, who seemed to find the amount of locks on the door and the muttered curses Esbern was producing just as funny as she did. When the door finally did open, Lassarina got her first good look at Esbern. He appeared to be about seventy, with wrinkles covering his thin face. His whole body was thin, his white hair growing thin on his head and a scraggly beard accompanying it. His skin was pale, as if he hadn't seen the light of day in years.
"Come in, come in," he urged them. "Make yourselves at home."
They all stepped inside and Esbern shut the door behind them. The inside of his cell was much larger than one would expect but stank of mold and other unpleasant things. Books and scrolls were lying everywhere, some of them opened to certain pages.
"Quite a place you've got here," Einarr muttered dryly.
Esbern chuckled and walked over to them. "Ah, such dry humor. Just like him."
Einarr flashed Lassarina a confused look before looking back at Esbern. "I'm sorry?"
"Tell me, tell me, what are your names?" he asked.
"My name is Lassarina," she murmured, straying closer to Vilkas. "And this is my husband Vilkas, and my brother Einarr."
"Lassarina and Einarr," he murmured, not even sparing a glance at Vilkas. "Strong names for strong children." He reached over and grabbed Lassarina by the chin. "You look just like your mother." Turning to Einarr he added, "And you, built just like your father. Though he kept his beard a bit longer and his hair a bit shorter. But you have your mother's eyes. You both do."
Lassarina stiffened, as did Einarr beside her. "Wait a moment, you knew my father, Eirik?"
"And our mother?" she added with a gasp. "You knew Edana?"
Esbern blinked and looked at them in confusion, but it quickly was replaced by clarity. "Ah, that's right, they would have taken new names when they fled."
"New names?" Einarr echoed. "If Eirik and Edana weren't their real names, then what were they?"
Esbern looked at them both for a long time. "You really don't know, do you?"
"Know what?" Lassarina shouted.
"Who your parents really were."
Einarr took a step forward and bared his teeth. "It's clear that we don't, so tell us!"
"Eirik and Edana were the names they took when they fled to Skyrim with their newborn son. But before the war and before the Blades were annihilated, your parents were known to all as Thorolf Windblade and Freyja Fire-Song."
WHAT?! Einarr's parents were Thorolf and Freyja?! OMG who could have seen that coming?! Lol, no really, show of hands, who saw that one coming?
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