Emma stepped in between Vilkas and Tullius. "Stop this!" She cried. Emma didn't like conflict at the best of times, let alone between people she liked. Vilkas eased off, but he still didn't trust those two. "What are you doing here?" she asked Brynjolf. "We heard there was a unique and powerful sword here called the Gualdular Blackblade. It was supposed to be in this cave, but the hidey-hole is locked by a puzzle lock, and we don't have the key." He explained. Emma tittered. "You mean this key?" She said, revealing it from her cloth bag. Brynjolf facepalmed. "Well I did wonder why all the doors were open…" He groaned as Tullius smacked the back of his head. Vilkas walked off and left them to it. "Oh, by the way, I don't think the cave exists…. I may have got it mixed up with this place in the mountains." Tullius smiled "Sorry, miss." Emma rolled her eyes. "what are you soldiers like?" Tullius shook his head. "Where will you go now?" He asked. "To Whiterun? Emma nodded. Vilkas heard this and thought deeply.
Emma and this Tullius seemed close. Vilkas sighed, Emma was such a ravishing beauty it couldn't be a surprise to see men crowd round her. But Vilkas admitted there was something a little off about her. The college would have called it an aura. Vilkas did not believe in such nonsense, but even he could not shake the odd feeling. He saw a cloaked figure teleport away in the corner of his eye. Emma nodded at something Tullius said, and the three of them parted ways, leaving him alone. Vilkas quickly took down the tent and rushed off after her. She was fast. Inhumanly fast, in fact. This only added to the nagging feeling that Emma wasn't who she claimed she was.
Emaa was running as quickly as she could to get to Whiterun before sunset. She was aware that Vilkas was following, but didn't slow her flight. Vilkas frowned-was she running away from him? He picked up the pace and caught up slightly, but he was tiring fast. He could see bandits up ahead. Emma pulled out her sword and cut right through them without breaking stride. Vilkas got splashed with blood, surprised at how fluidly Emma reacted. He kept pace as best he could, but Emma didn't seem to slow. He stopped to catch his breath as a dragon flew past above him. It was headed to Whiterun, and there was nothing he could do. Emma didn't seem to notice and carried on running. An odd object attached to a cable zoomed by, getting hold of the dragons neck. He watched as it was slowly choked to death. Vilkas got up and looked behind him. No-one there. He sighed and set off after Emma, determined to get to the bottom of things.
Brynjoft looked at Legate Tullius. "You ever wonder why we're here?" He asked. Tullius gave him a blank stare. "What, in this forest?" He replied. "No, lad, in general." He laughed airily. Tullius smiled. "The Nine Divines." He said simply. Brynjolf nodded. That was a good a reason as any. Brynjolf pulled a Haunch of boar. "Want to split it?" He offered. "Thanks." Tullius replied, cutting of a chunk. "Got any mead?" Brynjolf pulled out a two bottles of Black-briar. "Best in Skyrim." He said smugly. Tullius smirked and took the offered bottle, taking a large gulp. "I just hope that Dovakiin is alright."
A figure spoke up from behind them. "She's my daughter, why shouldn't she be?"