Chapter 36

Ragnthor

Almost a month of hard riding later they were riding up to the fort. AS they rode up Durak walked up to them. "Greetings long hunter."

Ragnthor swung off and held out a hand. "To you as well. How is our new friend doing?"

He laughed. "Bugging Isran so much he wishes to travel to the Ashlands and back. So he pawned him off on Sorine. They are having a field day and Gunmar is having to keep them away from his trolls."

Lucia laughed. "I thought they would have fun together."

Durak turned to her and smiled. "And you were right, little hunter. Now swing off that tired horse and let's train."

She looked over at Ragnthor. "Do I have to?"

He nodded. "Yes. Durak is the best double weapon fighter I have met since I left the mountain strongholds of the Orcs. It would do you good to learn to counter that with your shield." He turned to Durak. "And blunt weapons. She will learn quicker than you think and no need to get hurt."

He nodded. "Of course, long hunter."

Ragnthor tied Bowen to the fence and motioned for Serana to do the same. As they walked toward the door he heard Lucia give a curse that would make Lydia flay the skin off her. "LUCIA! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"

"THEN TELL HIM NOT TO HIT SO HARD!"

"GET BETTER!" She cursed again as they walked inside.

They found Isran standing in the center of the foyer. "About time you made it back. That priest has been making our lives hard for the last 2 days. What took you so long?"

"I have to move a little slower. Almost ran Lucia to pieces. Want to harden her before this reaches it's end. We both know it will end in a fight."

Isran nodded. "It may well. Now let's go talk with that priest."

As they walked into the main foyer Dexion walked over to him. "Ah, my rescuer! It's good to see you again!"

Ragnthor shook his hand. "They make room for you?"

"They have been most welcoming. I will admit that it is not the kind of hospitality I am used to but Isran is doing the best he can, being isolated in this fort. And this place is truly remarkable. I have colleagues in Cyrodiil that would sell limbs for a chance to study the stonework. It is the best example of Second Era stonework I have ever seen. In fact there are even some unique things I have never seen anywhere else. Like over here…" He started to walk to a place that had been empty the last time he was there.

Ragnthor stopped him. "You can show me after you read the scroll. We feel it could tell us something important."

"Ah yea, of course." He turned to Serana, "May I see your scroll dear?" He smiled as she handed it to him.

He stood in the center of the room and unrolled the scroll. "I see a vision before me, an image of a great bow. I know this weapon! It is Auriel's Bow! Now a voice whispers, saying "Among the night's children, a dread lord will rise. In an age of strife, when dragons return to the realm of men, darkness will mingle with light and the night and day will be as one." The voice fades and the words begin to shimmer and distort. But wait, there is more here. The secret of the bow's power is written elsewhere. I think there is more to the prophecy, recorded in other scrolls. Yes, I see them now... One contains the ancient secrets of the dragons, and the other speaks of the potency of ancient blood. My vision darkens, and I see no more. To know the complete prophecy, we must have the other two scrolls. I must rest now. The reading has made me weary." He turned and handed Serana the scroll then held his arms out like he couldn't see.

Isran took the offered arm. "Let's get you somewhere quiet, old man."

Dexion let out a weary huff. "You're calling me old? Why I should…" They rounded a corner and were out of earshot.

Ragnthor smiled and shrugged his shoulders, pulling at the strap that went across his chest holding his sword in place, as he walked the beds, eager to take off his armor. Serana walked with him.

"Do you have a moment?"

He inwardly sighed at the loss of sleep. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

"The priest, Dexion. He said we need 2 more scrolls. I think I know where we can find one."

"Why didn't you say something before?"

She laughed. "Half the people here would kill me as soon as talk to me. Doesn't exactly make me want to open up." She sighed and dropped her voice. "Even my father gave me a warmer welcome. And he doesn't even see me as a daughter anymore, just a means to an end."

Ragnthor put a hand on her shoulder. "Well I don't see you that way. You're a friend. And I know Lucia see's you like the big sister she never had. And I'm sure that once my little one gets over you being what you are she will warm to you. She has a big heart."

She looked him in the eyes. "Your little one? I've never heard of, I guess her, before."

"She's my wife, for going on 3 years this spring. And the only lass I have ever loved. And I have had many other chances, shite, sometimes I would have to beat them off with a stick."

She laughed. "You, attractive?" She hit him in the stomach. "Maybe before this, but not now."

He put her in a headlock and rubbed her head. "I'll have you know I was quite the catch a decade ago. And give me another month of these and I won't have much of a stomach. Especially if you do much more cooking. That blood drinking must have ruined your sense of taste!"

She broke free. "I just have different, more refined tastes now," she said as she snapped her fangs in front of his face. "In fact, I could smell the affection when you talked of your wife."

Ragnthor laughed. "And I wear the Jagged Crown."

She looked him square in the eye. "That Relict is still around?"

"It is. And that was one more thing I had to do. But you are not getting off that easy. Explain."

She stuck her tongue out, just like Lucia. "Fine. Your blood normally has a dark, heavy smell. I guess it would come from the anger and the fighting. But when you spoke of her, the smell changed. You would normally smell like dark ale and venison at an inn but when she was at the front of your mind, love coursing through your veins like a fire, it changes to a 4 course meal with everything you could think of. Pure pleasure."

Ragnthor laughed. "So love has a smell. Lydia will love that. Now I know you don't need sleep like I do but try. We still have to find that other scroll on the morning."

"About that. It's with my mother."

Ragnthor looked at her, scrutinizing her. "But you said you don't know where she is."

She held up her hands. "I know. But the last time I saw her, she said she was going somewhere safe…where my father would never search. Other than that, she would never say where. But the way she said it 'somewhere he would never search'. It was cryptic, yet she called attention the that phrase."

He rubbed his beard. "Sounds like she was being cautious to the extreme."

She nodded. "Maybe. What I can't figure out is why she said it that way. Besides, I can't think of a place my father wouldn't look. And he has had all this time."

"Would she be sealed away? Like you?"

She shook her head. "No. She said one of us would have to stay awake incase the situation was resolved. And she is much more powerful than me. It made sense for her to stay on the outside. Anything else?"

He shook his head then smiled when Lucia came walking over. "I think we need another, fresh mind. And here it comes."

"Why did you make me practice with Durak? Look what He did!" She scowled as she showed him a bruise on her cheek and another on her forearm.

"And how does he look?"

She gave a savage smile. "One eye sealed shut and I made him drop an axe." Her smile softened as he rubbed her head.

"That's my girl. Now we have a question for you. We are looking for some like Serana, someone who had to be hidden from Harkon, but she couldn't be seal like she was. Where do you think she would be?"

"Could she be in the castle? I would guess it was her home too. It looked big, surely there would be a place to hide."

He smiled. "A fair guess but I don't think…" Serana stopped him.

"Wait..that almost makes sense. There was a garden there that we grew all the herbs for a potions from. My father hated it there. Said it was too…peaceful."

Ragnthor nodded slowly. "Maybe, but it would be extremely risky, staying there. Like grabbing a mountain lion by the tail. You arms tire and you're dinner."

"Of course it would be but mother is not a coward." She glared at him.

He raised his hands. "I never said she was."

Serana sighed. "It's not like I'm expecting to trip over her there. But it's the only place we have thought of with even a chance of a clue."

Ragnthor nodded as he sat on a bed, on hand on his knee. "They aren't going to just let us through the front door. And I'm not fool hardy enough to try and fight through them."

She nodded and waved him over to the table. "True. But I know a way in that no one should know about. On the north side of the island there is an inlet that the previous owners used to bring in supplies. An old escape tunnel also exits there." She pointed to the map. "That's our way in."

"That could work. Even if they have a guard or 2, hundreds of year of no threats will have made them sloppy. Me and Lucia could cut through them like butter."

Serana shook her head. "I don't want Lucia to come. Just the 2 of us. That way, if we fail only us are…"She trailed off as she saw Lucia's face. It was the face that used to get her anything she wanted. But Serana didn't have Ragnthor's immunity. "Fine, you can come." Lucia ran over and hugged her. As Ragnthor laughed.

"You couldn't stop her anyway. You pointed to a map. That was one of the first things I taught her to read. And she has her teeth sunk into this. We couldn't shake her if we tried. We leave in the morning. I want some sleep."

Before they left Sorine walked up to him. "Ragnthor, I know you must be busy but there is another person you should recruit. Florentius Baenius."

"Why didn't Iran tell me about him?"

Sorine slowly shook her head. "They don't get along very well." Ragnthor just looked at her and she sighed and continued. "He claims Arkay speaks to him. Personally. Frequently. Isran doesn't believe it one bit. But he does know things, things no one else does but are true. So I think he would be a benefit."

Ragnthor nodded. "Alright, where will I find him?"

She ran her hand through her hair. "You are going to have to ask Isran. They may not get along but he likes to keep tabs on all his old acquaintances." Ragnthor nodded and walked up the stairs.

"Alright Isran, where can I find Florentius?"

"And why would you to find him?"

"Sorine and Gunmar think we need him."

Isran snorted. "They aren't in charge."

He took a step forward. "You trust them enough to have requested them. Why not trust them now?"

Isran glared at him. "Because he is not needed."

"Why not? Why don't you want him?"

"BECAUSE NO MAN TALKS TO GODS! Or at least the gods doesn't answer like a man."

"That might be true but you still need him. He knows things. And it doesn't matter where he gets them, we need to know them too."

Isran sigh and put his hands on the railing. "He is at Ruunvald, some old Nordic ruin, helping the Vigilants with excavation. If you bring him here, he will have a place."

Ragnthor put a hand on his shoulder. "We all do things we don't like, for the greater good." He turned and walked down the stairs.

4 weeks later they were sitting on their horses overlooking the dock from the hill. Serana had stopped them with a warning that her farther may have placed guards following her leaving. Ragnthor swung off his horse and crouched, one knee on the ground, looking over the dock. Satisfied no one where there he stood.

"Serana, is there another way onto the island? I don't want to walk in to an ambush."

She shook her head. "Not unless we came from the Sea of Ghosts."

Ragnthor shook his head. "Not this time of year. Icebergs are flowing south from the icy wasteland that is Atmora, not to mention the winter ice storms. We would be smashed to bits."

"Then what other option do we have?"

Ragnthor sighed. "Do you still care for anyone on that isle?"

She shook her head. "They have all followed my father into obsession."

Ragnthor nodded. "Alright then." He started stripping off his armor.

Lucia slid off her horse. "What are you doing?"

Ragnthor smiled as he handed her his sword. "I'm swimming. It's a skill I picked up as a thief, raiding ships in harbor and up to 3 miles out to sea. That isle is almost a mile out, which is just about as far as I dare swim in this cold. Any longer and it will overcome my resistance to the cold. You will wait a half hour after I start. By the time you get there, I should have dealt with anyone waiting on the shore."

"But You'll Freeze! And I Know This Is Stupid!"

He laughed. "Of course it's stupid. The best ideas normally area. You have to disregard what's safe before you can see a straight path. Surely I have shown you that the last 5 years." He pulled a pair of boots out of his saddle bags and pulled them on. "And I'm a Nord, little lass. Cold is in my blood. Ask Lydia about our first trip to High Hrothgar. But don't tell her you got that from me."

He shook his head as he walked down to the dock in knee deep snow. He pulled his dagger out of his boots and shoved it his belt. He shook his head as he smiled. "Skills learned in youth will aid you throughout your life.' I don't think you meant raiding ships when you said that Father." With that he dove into the water, laughing to himself as the water tried to tear the air from his lungs with its fingers of ice.

30 min. later he was pulling himself up onto the beach, cold to the bone. He clumsily pulled his dagger from his belt, fingers feeling thick, and stalked forward, ears straining to pick up on any sounds. As he drew close to the bridge he heard voices.

"You sure Harkon will allow her back?"

"Course. Blood, even the lifeless stuff in our veins, is thicker than saltwater."

"But she has run off twice now, taking his scroll both times."

There was a laugh. "Didn't say he would take her back without punishment. I think if she shows up he's likely to beat her like a redheaded stepchild and lock her in a cell for a few hundred years. Can't lose face in front of us. Rumor around the castle is…"

A third voice barked out. "Silence! You gossip like harlots. Now keep your ears pricked, that Dawnguard group might be scouting again. And try to take any you find alive this time. The master get's more use out of them that way."

They both chimed "Yes Ma'am."

As he crept close he heard one mutter "High nose bitch. One day I'll…" whatever he was going to say was cut off by Ragnthor's dagger. He threw the dagger at the other as it turned "You'll do what?"

He pulled his dagger out and swung over the side of the bridge, moving as fast as he could hanging off the side. They had reached the middle when he made his move. With a massive surge he pulled himself up and over the side and grabbed the woman and, stabbing all the while, hurled them both off the other side. He held tight as they tumbled through the air until he felt the smack of water on his back.

As he climbed back onto the shore he sheathed the dagger. "I'm getting too old for this shite."

As he got to the shore facing the mainland he saw the boat coming. "About rutting time."

He waded out and helped beach the boat. "There where guards. How often do you think the guard changes?"

She shrugged, worry flashing across her face. I don't know. We don't need food or even sleep so I week I guess. Any more of just staring and waiting and they would be overcome with boredom and useless."

Ragnthor nodded as he pulled on his armor. "Then we have 2 or 3 days before they notice they are missing 3 bodies. We need to move. If they find out we are here…"

Serana shook her head. "They won't find us. No one else knows where the passage is. No one had my curiosity. And Harkon forbade children being turned. Despite his madness he knew enough that children are more easily noticed. Can't change their features enough." She looked back at the boat. "But if they see that, they will know someone is here. We don't use boats."

Ragnthor finished pulling on his armor and hefted the boat over his shoulders. "Grab the prow and lead me. Can't see naught but feet." He felt someone grab the boat and slowly lead him. "Faster. They look out the window now and they will see a boat floating over the ground." Soon they were moving as a brisk jog.

After what seem like forever he smelled the stink of rotting seawater. And then felt something thud into the boat. "Ragnthor, Archers! Skeletons!"

"Point me to the closest one Lucia!"

"Straight Ahead!"

He took off running like a blood mad bull, forward at full speed. As soon as he heard the creak of bone he stopped and hurled the boat, shattering the skeleton, while drawing his sword and instinctively swinging to his left. He managed to deflect an ice bolt aim at his unarmored head. "Up and Around!"

A short while late they were done. "Lucia, you are going to stay here and keep watch while me and Serana go…"

"No."

Ragnthor smiled. "And why is that Lucia?"

"Because I always get stuck with the boring stuff. I'm tired of you protecting me. I'm almost 19."

"You are following me. I have more experience than you. You will follow my orders."

"No."

Ragnthor stood. "This is the third time you haven't listened on this adventure. You seem to think you should be in charge. So we will settle this the Nord way. 10 paces back and draw your sword."

She glared at him as she pulled her full face helmet on. "Fine."

Ragnthor turned to Serana. "You moderate. And stop me if I lose control. Lucia is no slouch in a fight, she has been trained well. I may well lose my temper and I don't want to do any lasting damage." Serana nodded.

"Alright you 2, settle this."

Lucia let out a roar as she charged him. Right before she reached him he swung as hard as he could. She caught the blow on her shield but was shoved to the side from the sheer force behind the blow, causing her to run past. She quickly stopped and turned, charging back. Ragnthor gave an overhand blow, striving to shove her to her knees. And it did. But she caught the blow between her sword and shield.

"Ha!" was all she said as she twisted his sword out of his grasp. Before she had time to recover he threw a left that knocked her head back. "Ha."

As she staggered back he drew his dagger and motioned for her to come again. And she came, slower this time, ready for a trick. And he gave her one. As she thrust he dodged around to the outside of her blow. As she ran past he stuck the dagger between her crossguard and blade, twisting hard. She grunted as the blade was torn from her hand with enough force to almost dislocate her shoulder. He kicked her as she ran past.

She turned and charged again, shield held in front of her like a battering ram. As she drew close, Ragnthor drove the dagger through the center of her shield, where the metal was weakened from his first blow. She screamed in anger as the blade torn through her gauntlet, pinning he arm to her shield. She roared and swung the shield at his head like a giant fist. He threw a right as he came inside the range of the blow that made her gasp for air and left a dent. As she bent over he followed with a massive blow to the chest that flung her up and back.

She hit the ground hard and Ragnthor thought she was done. Suddenly she tore the dagger from her shield and threw it at him. It sunk into his left shoulder as she stood and charged. Ragnthor laughed and threw himself into the fight. She caught his blow with her shield and answer with a hard fist to the head. Ragnthor snarled and tore off her shield, even as she kept landing blows on his face and stomach. As he threw the shield away she landed a blow the cause his vision to swim. He replied with a wild left that slammed into her side with the crack of bone.

He blocked a kick as she slumped. He gave her a right that threw her against the wall. "Submit."

She gave a wet snarl. "Never." She charged and tackled him, landing blow after blow on his face. He felt something crack in his month and threw her from him, spitting out a tooth.

He stood. "Submit Lucia."

"No!" and she charged.

"Then sleep." He gave her a wicked downward hook that slammed her to the floor.

He turned to Serana, still spitting blood. "Help me get her out of that armor. I need to see what I broke before I try and fix it."

She bent down and helped. "So…Why?"

Ragnthor chuckled. "Because she reminds me of me. When I was just a lad…well I was only a few years younger than Lucia, I had disagreed with my father. Now my father was a big man, bigger than I am now, older too, had children late, was 60 when he died, and he was very stubborn. We were talking about…whether or not we should wait a week to sell the crop I think. He told me I could listen or I could fight him. I thought I could take a 57 year old man, fighting has always come natural to me. He broke 4 of my ribs, cracked another 2 and shattered my forearm. He finally put me down like I put her down because I was so blood mad. Just a little thing but I was out for a month. But I learned my lesson. I hope she learned hers."

Serana looked at him, whether in shock or horror he couldn't tell. "And what is that?"

He smiled as he felt he ribs, feeling 2 clean breaks. "That everything I do is for a reason. Lucia is a good enough swordswoman to hold that doorway into the passage for a half day against any number of men. Neither of us can. And if the worst happens and they find out, we may need a rearguard. I can take any number of men in an open field and punch a hole through a line over heavy Orc infantry. But I can't hold the line as well as she can." He cast a spell that fixed both her ribs and the internal bleeding. "You mind patching her arm? I need to make sure no one heard that fight." She nodded.

When he came back Lucia was putting her armor back on. "You ready to listen?"

She nodded. "Yes. But can I ask why?"

"I need you to hold the line. They may find the men sooner than we think. I need someone who can hold. Serana has to guide the way and I need room to swing my sword. But you can let them hammer on the shield all day long."

She nodded. "Alright, I understand."

He rubbed her head. "I'm glad you do. I don't know if Lydia is going to forgive you knocking a tooth out though. She will notice as soon as we get home."

Lucia shook her head and stuck her tongue out. "I don't need to know that."

He laughed. "I know. You ready Serana?"

She nodded. "Let's go." Ragnthor nodded and they went through the door.

About an hour in they came out into the court yard. "And here we are. By the gods what has happened to this place. Everything has been torn down and it looks…dead." She walked over to a staircase. "This used to lead to the great hall. I would walk through here after dinner. It was beautiful once. This was my mother's garden. It…do you know what a garden looks like after being care for by a mast for hundreds of years? She would have hated to see it like this. And the moon dial. There are phases missing. I didn't even know they could be removed. Maybe my mother is trying to tell us something."

"What happened here?"

She sneered. "If I know my father, when we left, he went into a rage and tore everything down."

"And then he walled it off."

"Seems that way."

Ragnthor walked over to the moon dial. "So what is this? I have never seen one before."

"It's kind of like a sun dial. Except instead of time, this records the phases of the moons. As far as I know it's the only one in existence. My mother commissioned it from some elven artisan mage. Cost a small fortune."

Ragnthor nodded. "Totally useless but beautiful. They way the moonstone reflects the light is almost magical."

She smiled at him. "You know art? Most people with scars like that don't"

"I have been all over this land, save for the Summerset Isles. You learn a lot. Now look around. There has to be something here. Something out of place."

A short while later they were slotting the last one into place and the whole thing shook as it revealed a staircase.

Serana smiled. "Clever mother, very clever."

"Why's that?"

"I've never seen these tunnels before but I would be the run under the courtyard and into the tower ruins. We aren't there yet but we are getting closer." Ragnthor nodded as he drew his sword and started down the stairs.

A few fight's later they came to a room lit by candles. Serana started looking around. "We aren't yet at the top of the tower. There has to be something here."

Ragnthor smiled as he walked up to the fire place and twisted a candlestick. The wall sunk and Serana looked at him. "How did you know that?"

He laughed. "It's always the candlestick." He left her shaking her head as he walked up the stairs.

A short while later they came finally reached the top of the tower. Serana walked in and stared around in wonder. "Look at this place. This has to it. I know she was deep into necromancy, she taught me everything I know. But I had no idea she had a set up like this. She must have spent years putting it together." She walked toward a depression made of circles. "What is this?"

Ragnthor walked over and put a hand on it. "Magic. And darker than any I have even felt."

Serana looked at him. "I don't know what it is but it is clearly something important. There must be something around here that explains it."

"Maybe this will help." He handed her a book.

"My mother's journal. Let me take a look at it." She started flipping through the pages as he walked around. Suddenly she spoke. "The Soul Cairn."

"What's the Soul Cairn?"

She started pacing. "I only know what she told me. She had a theory about soul gems. That the souls inside don't just vanish after they are used…they end up in the Soul Cairn"

"So why would she care where souls went?"

She ran her fingers through her hair. "According to her, the Soul Cairn is home to powerful beings, very powerful beings. Necromancers sent them souls in exchange for some of their powers. Mother spent a lot of time trying to contact these beings directly, to travel there in person."

Ragnthor nodded, rubbing his chin. "Then she must have figured it out and she is hiding there. So how do we get there?"

She pointed to the circle. "That is the portal. It requires a special formula to open. We are going to need some soul gem shards, very finely ground bone meal, almost a pound of void salts…" Ragnthor handed her a bag and she looked at him in shock. "Where did you get all this?"

He gestured around the room. "Living as a wandering mercenary turned me into a compulsive looter. I have fed myself from coin I got raiding tombs more time than I care to count. My coin purse is getting light from all this traveling and being away from home. And rare and unique things sell for more than candle sticks do."

She nodded. "Alright. Now we just need…Damn! We need her blood. And if we had that we would need to be doing this."

"You're her daughter. You share her blood."

"That just might work. Mistakes with the kind of magic can be…messy." Ragnthor nodded and they went up the stairs, stopping in front of an offering bowl. "You ready?"

He forced down a shudder. "As I will ever be."

Serana placed the objects in the bowl then cut her wrist and forced some blood out. She muttered some words and suddenly there was a crack and the floor rose and spun, finally making a stair case down into the depression in the floor, which was now a glowing purple portal.

"By the blood of my ancestors! She did it! She actually managed to do it!"

Ragnthor shook his head, staring into the depths. "Let's get this over with." As he walked down there was suddenly immense pain. So much he felt like his soul was being ripped from his body. He snarled as he pulled away you'll not take my soul, foul thing.

"That looked like it hurt."

He just looked up at her. "Right, sorry. I should have guessed this. It's hard to describe but the Soul Cairn it's…it's hungry for lack of a better word. It's trying to take your soul as payment."

He stood. "Nothing, Daedra, god or anything in between takes my soul."

"I know. There is a way in though. Vampires aren't considered living so…"

"No."

"But this is…"

He cut her off. "No. Find me another way."

She started to pace. "Well, I guess we could 'pay the toll' another way. We could give it a soul, your's."

He put a hand on her shoulder. "I told you, nothing takes my soul."

She raised her hand. "My mother taught me some tricks. I could take some of your essence, your soul, and funnel it into a soul gem and offer that. It will make you slightly weaker while you are inside but we should be able to find a way to fix it once we are inside. Maybe."

"Those are the only 2 ways?" She nodded. "Alright, trap me."

"Brace yourself, this will hurt." Suddenly he was enveloped in a blue light. Almost immediately he was filled with immense pain, as if the whole of himself was being sundered. As the pain ebbed he fell to his knees, over come with lightheadedness, weaker than he had been after he fell out of the sky. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Ragnthor, are you alright?"

He shoved himself off the floor, more through force of will than strength, and nodded and started down to the portal again. The purple light enveloped him and suddenly he was somewhere new. Everything was tinged purple and the skyline was hazy, the sky it's rolling with threatening, glowing storm clouds. As he walked farther down he saw glowing shapes in the shape of people and lighting struck the ground near him.

"Where are we?"

"This" she swallowed "this is the Soul Cairn."

Author's note: I finally got it done. I have been almost done for almost a month I just got busy and side tracked and when I sat down, the words wouldn't come. But I have been sick for the last week, which means I have been quarantined, so I sat down and wrote. But not this. I now have a Fallout 4 story that should be out in a week or so because reasons. Well I'm sorry I have made you all wait for 4 months for this. I know I have said this before but I'm going to try and get them out faster, maybe with Letters and the new Fallout one I won;t get writers fatigue in this one. Who knows. Thank you all for reading.