Hildir introduced Si'ta to the canalhouse, in all its dark and gritty glory. The house was a good representation of Riften itself, minus the hidden gems to be found within the city's cracks.

"So this is where you both lived?" Si'ta asked.

"Yes, for a few weeks." Hildir sat in her usual chair, near the fireplace.

Si'ta looked around, inspecting the house and it's condition. "Hmm. This house is... interesting, I suppose."

Hildir smiled, and said, "Don't try to hide it, Si'ta. Me and Ly'ro both think this place is a dump."

"Oh, This one was being honest though; She thinks living in a house underground is quite unique."

"I don't know about that, living in a place like where Ly'ro is would be nice right now..."

Si'ta crossed her arms. "Hmph, I see no true difference."

Hildir raised a brow at Si'tas words. "No difference? How about the fact that Ly'ro's manor is warm and cozy, rather than this place that's dank, cold, and smelly?"

Si'ta tilted her head, confused. "Si'ta's nose catches nothing foul."

Hildir sighed. "Si'ta, the rooms at the inns we went to were less smelly than here."

"I don't know about that, Hildir. I've only been here for a few minutes, and I think I can say the inns were much, much worse; Always smelling of alcohol and the stink of brainless adventurers."

Hildir nodded, agreeing with her statement. "Now that you mention it, I suppose you're right. The inns were intolerable sometimes when it came to smells. Plus, it's hard to sleep when you can hear the chatters of men and women in the background, guzzling their mead."

"This one couldnt agree more with that, My khajiit ears still hear the sounds of their alchohol-induced shouting."

"Yeah..." Hildir attempted lighting the fire in the fireplace.

Si'ta sat in the seat next to Hildirs, and crossed her legs, attempting to continue conversation, "Do you know Skyrim well, Hildir?"

"I've only been here for almost a month... Majority of my time here has been by Ly'ro's side at this point. What about you?"

"Ah, a few months ago, I traveled here illegally, getting away from the Vigilants of Stendarr, but I talked about that last part already."

"Oh? Illegally?"

Si'ta nodded. "Yes. Slipping past the Thalmor border patrol was no easy feat. Since then, I've been shrouding myself from society."

"Oh? Why? You aren't what I would consider evil or anything like that."

Si'ta's ears twitched. "Si'ta appreciates your kindness, but I am still just a daedra-worshipping poacher in the ignorant eyes of society. Si'ta can do nothing about this."

"Well, I suppose that's one big thing we have in common."

"And that is?"

"We all hide from society and people."

Si'ta nodded. "Quite true, Hildir." She then stretched her arms, with her legs still crossed. "So, do you have anything to eat here?"

"Oh, um... I'm not sure, we haven't been here in some time. I doubt it though, anything we left here is probably spoiled by now, unless it's a drink."

"Hmm, Unfortunate. I thought I could get more of Ly'ro's cooking."

"You think he's a good cook?"

"Why yes, the food he made from before in Solitu-"

Knocking was suddenly heard on the door. Neither of them were expecting anyone.

"Si'ta supposes she will get the door." Si'ta walked over to the door and opened it to find something possibly threatening; Dar'Jo was standing the door, with his arms crossed, looking down at Si'ta's face.

He raised a brow, confused. "Where is Ly'ro?" He asked, stoically.

Si'ta looked back at him, attempting to negate intimidation. "He lives here no longer."

Dar'Jo 'escorted himself' inside the house, muscling past Si'ta.

Hildir turned in to him her chair, with an annoyed look.

Dar'Jo looked around, inspecting the house, then said, "If he lives here no longer, then why are you two urchins here?"

Hildir uttered with passive agression, "Were here by Ly'ro's request... Guildmaster."

Dar'Jo changed the subject. "I'm going to be as blunt as possible with you..."

Hildir, fed up with Dar'Jo's attitude towards her, cut him off, "No, I'm going as blunt as possible with you, 'Guildmaster'." She said, quoting the word guildmaster with her fingers.

Dar'Jo raised a brow at her actions.

Si'ta face-palmed, hoping there was no consequence for her actions.

"You have been nothing but a nuisance to your own guild. You should be recompensing for what you've done to your own son, and you should be out there, working on fixing this problem like you said you were going to back at the Flagon!"

Dar'Jo looked at Hildir with a somewhat surprised face, a notable change in his facial expressions. "Ah. You seemed like such a shy wench back at Markarth. It seems you're actually a feisty one."

Hildir stood silently, and defensively.

"Do you know what I do to feisty women, wench?" Dar'Jo raised his hand, in a threatening manner.

Hildir scoffed at his threat. "You do realize the only thing dividing Ly'ro from splitting your body in two, is me, right?"

Dar'Jo lowered his arm. "Ah. That explains why you're being so brazen. I suppose I shouldn't touch you until I explain everything to Ly'ro. However, I will not tolerate your rudeness."

"The irony of your words is dumbfounding." Hildir developed an annoyed look.

"Please, wench. You come to me, wearing guild armor, thinking I'm going to talk up to you? You're my pawn, woman."

"I'm not a thief. I was requested by Karliah to wear this armor before she had fallen."

"Ah. You're just Ly'ro's companion. I should've assumed as much, you look to... 'pure' to be a thief. In that case..." Dar'Jo pondered. "How much?"

"...How much What?" Hildir asked, confused.

"How much do gold will it take for you to go away?"

"...Haven't we been over this?"

"However much money my son is paying you to follow him around, I will pay you double."

"...We aren't getting any money from Ly'ro."

Dar'Jo raised a brow, confused. Then after a few moments of thought, he scoffed. "Oh. I see. You're both Ly'ro's... Friends." He rolled his eyes.

"Indeed." Si'ta said.

"You two will eventually disband from Ly'ro. No one befriends a thief, besides another thief."

Hildir rolled her eyes. "Keep telling yourself that, Guildmaster."

Dar'Jo eyed Hildir. "You could be different though, possibly. You managed to stop Ly'ro from going into a rage. You could be the one."

Hildir sighed, sick of his vague statements. "Now what are you muttering about?"

"Allow me to explain. To become a nightingale is to put a hole in your heart. Some can go on with that empty hole, and some cannot. Do you think Ly'ro can continue his life with that hole empty?"

"Absolutely not. Ly'ro needed me to help him with that, so he could understand he wasn't the only one with such a magnitude of pain."

"Ah. So pain is what brings you and Ly'ro together. Understandable, I suppose. So then it's clear. You're the one filling the hole in his heart."

Hildir said nothing, staring at Dar'Jo.

Seeing as to how this conversation was basically over, Dar'Jo closed his eyes, and retrieved a note from his trench-coat, and left it on the table. "Give that to my son, it will give him a word with the Arch-Mage at Winterhold."

Hildir turned her head, staring at the fire.

"I'm taking my leave now." He walked to the door. "Have a fair night.", he said, leaving the house.

A completely unexpected sight, Morina the Altmer came inside the house as stood, glad that Dar'Jo had left. She looked around the house, presumptiously looking for me. She said, "Where is Ly'ro? I need to let him know something."

Seeing as to how Morina had armor resembling the guild armor, Si'ta responded, assuming she was just another guildmate. "And what is that?" Si'ta reacted.

"I'm coming with him in his travels, as of now." Morina replied.

Hildir turned back around, and raised an eyebrow."Why?"

"If Ly'ro is essentially Karliah's Successor, then I must speak with him, and be by his side as of now. Also, I was recommended by Doyen Walks-in-Shadows to follow him in his hair-brained scheme."

Si'ta didn't seem to mind at all. "Well, this one does not speak against you. What is your name?"

"Morina."

"Greetings to you, Morina."

She waved. "I'll be back here first thing in the morning tomorrow, prepared to travel to Winterhold."

"Very well." Si'ta replied, politely. She seemed to be happy at the fact that she found a new acquaintance.

Hildir simply nodded, turning back around a second time.

Morina shortly left after that, closing the door behind her.

"That's right... We have to go to Winterhold..." Si'ta said, with dread.

"What's wrong?"

"The climate of Skyrim is already bitter cold... I don't think going to a place called Winterhold would be much warmer."

Hildir chuckled. "I think a place where magicians work could be interesting."

"I would think the same, if it weren't in a place called Winterhold. My fur is already turning into solid ice..."

"Relax Si'ta. Go get some sleep, take your mind off of it."

"Hm... a good suggestion. But where do I sleep?"

"Try Ly'ro's bed. After what he just had passed down to him, I'm sure he wont mind."

Si'ta giggled. "Ah. A good point."

With Si'ta going in my bed, there was silent sleep until the next important day arrived.