Elwyn stepped inside Joric's room and found him asleep. She rushed over to his bedside, shaking him awake. He groaned, and she realised he smelled of ale. "Joric!" She whispered, back to speaking in her own accent. "Joric, get up. Quickly!"
Joric groaned again, rolling over and turning away from Elwyn. "Not now… I need a few minutes…"
She put a hand on his shoulder and violently thrust him back to facing her. "We may not have a few more minutes! The guards are looking for us, we need to leave!"
Joric's half-shut eyes instantly bolted open. "What?" He sounded panicked. "But what did we do?"
Elwyn sighed with frustration. "We got in illegally, remember? Come on, I've already knocked two guards unconscious, it's only a matter of time before we're found!"
Joric forced himself up, slowly rising out of the bed and standing. He looked at Elwyn, confused. "Are you wearing Geryn's clothes?"
Elwyn smiled. "Yeah, I'm wearing his robe." She heard the door to the inn violently jerking open. A Nord man could be heard, demanding Joric. "Damn! I'm too late, they've arrived! We've got to find a way out of here, now!" She looked at Joric, who looked desperate and panicked, then at the room's only window. She looked him up and down. "I don't suppose you'll fit out the window, will you?"
Joric looked at the window, then back at Elwyn. "You're going to, though, aren't you?"
She looked offended. "I'm not just going to leave you!" She thought for a moment, then looked at the door. "We could block off the door so they can't get in!"
"But we couldn't get out!"
"I could."
"So you are going to leave me!" Joric sounded both hurt and angry.
"No, listen. I've got a plan." She looked at the bed. "Help me get that in front of the door!"
"But I'll be trapped!"
"I'll sort that out! Just do as I say and trust me!" She began to push the bed, struggling greatly. Joric ran over and helped, and the Nord's strength got the job done in no time at all. Elwyn looked at the door, which was only slightly blocked. "Now move the rest of the furniture!" Joric nodded, and they both began placing furniture on and behind the bed, creating a strong, reinforced barrier. It was slightly shifty, but they ran out of time when the door moved a fraction.
A voice commanded from outside "Open this door, deserter!" Joric looked to Elwyn for help. She gave him a reassuring pat on the arm, and then turned and climbed out of the small, open window.
Once outside, Elwyn silently moved around the inn, back to the front entrance. Two Stormcloaks were stood outside, absorbed in conversation. She thought about sneaking by them, but decided against it. It was too risky.
She pulled her bow off her shoulder and knocked two arrows. Unseen, she drew back her bow with a satisfying, quiet creak and loosed the two arrows. Both the men took them in the throat and were dead within seconds, their blood staining the snow on the ground. Elwyn put her bow back over her shoulder, silently running inside the inn.
Geryn sat down on the rooftop, worrying about Elwyn. He had let her go off on her own, in a dangerous and potentially deadly environment with no idea of her skills in combat and no way of finding out if she was successful. He had watched her glide away over the rooftops until the snow had obscured her from his field of vision and he had lost sight of her. He realised that she may have even fallen off one of the rooftops, considering he hadn't even seen her come down, and sighed with worry.
He heard shouts in the room bellow him. He placed an ear to the roof and listened to what was being said. He heard the Bartender talking. "I swear they were never here! I don't know why you're looking here! This isn't even an inn!"
He heard the Stormcloak from earlier bark a reply. "I don't believe you, you filthy, lying Greyskin! Tell me where they are and you'll only lose one of those precious, pointed ears!"
"I… I don't know!"
"Liar!" The voice was right by the window.
The Dunmer sounded desperate now. "Listen, I honestly don't know where they are! So if you could please leave this establishment and-"
"Leave? Why should I? Your kind don't leave when we tell you to!" The man was definitely within an arm's reach of the window, and sounded like he had his back to it. Geryn tied his feet to the chimney using his satchel, then dangled down in the window. He saw the Stormcloak right in front of him, and reached forward, grabbing him and dragging him towards the window. He screamed in rage. "Get your hands off me!" He turned and saw Geryn. "You! So you were here! Ha! I win!" He swung for Geryn, throwing his bodyweight towards the window. Last mistake. Geryn pulled, and the man flew out of the window. He hit the ground with a cold, wet thud, the men who were guarding the door rushing over to look.
Geryn looked at the Bartender, who looked stunned. The Dunmer finally found his voice. "Thank you, thank you!" He rushed over, awkwardly shaking Geryn's upside-down hand. "Is there any way I can repay you?"
Geryn's head hurt from being upside-down for so long. "Yes, if you could let me back up that'd be nice." His voice sounded strained.
"Oh, by all means, go back up there."
Geryn grinned. "Thanks." He grabbed his satchel and reeled himself back up. He sat up on the roof, then looked over the edge to see two Stormcloaks kneeling over the body that had fallen from the sky. He sighed, not proud to have killed the man.
Elwyn loosed off an arrow as soon as she got inside the inn. The innkeeper screamed as she heard the Nord down the corridor hit the floor. She stared at Elwyn in horror. "Y-You're not a Nord! You're an Elf! The one form earlier!"
Two arrows hit the wall behind her, either side of her head. Elwyn drew another. "Quiet, or I send you to Oblivion!" The woman obliged, resisting the urge to say anymore. Elwyn put the arrow and her bow back in their places again, then ran over to Joric's door. "It's okay to come out now, he's dead!" She heard a loud, tumbling clatter and a curse from Joric. She then heard the bed scraping away from the door, and it opened to reveal Joric, who looked relieved. "Come on!" Elwyn gestured for him to get out. "We need to find Geryn and leave!"