As stated in the previous chapter there is a time skip in this chapter, also no more italicizing spoken part! :D

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Chapter Four: Sellsword

30th Last Seed 3E 433

"A what?!" Cassie and Aunt Serene gasped in horror as the two stared at me like I had two heads from my announcement of desiring to become a sellsword. "A sword for hire," I told them. "But why?! It's dangerous out there! You did hear what happened to Kvatch right?" Cassie questioned. "Let's not forget our emperor was just assassinated just a few days ago, by assassins." Aunt Serene added. "Which makes it the perfect time to do this! People are going to want an extra sword on their side to protect them, and I can do that." I reasoned. "Serena, I can't protect you if you go out and be a mercenary. Your uncle, the divines rest his damned soul, would be furious if something terrible happened to you." Cassie argued.

Over the past four years, Uncle Cedric never regrouped with us here at the apartment, and after two months when we started living here, we could only assume that he must have been killed. I was greatly heartbroken when we came to this conclusion for he was the closest thing I had to a father since my biological one disowned me. It still hurts to this day, but I had to force myself to move on since I knew that would be what he would want me to do.

"I understand that Cassie, but I want to do this. I want to explore and help people. Especially right now during these times. I want to help those fighting this crisis and this is probably the only way I can do such things." I explained. "This is out-"

The door opened and we all spun around to look and see who came into the library to see it was just Nan. "What in Oblivion is going on here? I can hear you all arguing outside this apartment." Nan complained. "Serena is out of her mind and wants to become a sellsword." Cassie hissed.

"What's wrong with that? You and Serene taught her well, she is very capable now with not only a sword but a bow, and Fennorian has taught her a few spells. You both taught her all these skills to fight and defend herself, but balk at the very idea of her exercising those skills she learned." Nan pointed out. Aunt Serene walked over to her and whispered something to her and Nan whispered back. I looked at Cassie confused and back at the two.

"Ugh! Fine!" Aunt Serene groaned.

"What do you mean fine?! Cedric would kill us if he found out we let her do this!" Cassie argued. "Three against one, Cassie, I'm going to be a sellsword." I chirped which earned a withering look from Cassie. "Cassandra, let it be," Nan informed her. Cassie sighed in defeat.

~XxX~

What was I thinking? No one in this tavern is going to hire obvious new blood. I took a drink out of my brandy and sighed. I can hear Cassie already telling me she told me so. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I sighed heavily. "I told you already, Drittsekk, just cause I'm a sword for hire doesn't mean I'm helping you whatever problem you have with that toothpick of yours," I growled as I turned around in my stool, getting ready to deck the drunk Nord that has been harassing me for the past hour about offering him…a special service, only to see it was a medium built Imperial male with ash blonde hair and gray eyes staring at me confusedly.

"I was just going to ask you if that seat was taken." He told me as he pointed to the empty stool next to me.

"My apologies, sir! I thought you were someone else. Um...no it's not taken! I'm so sorry!" I apologized profusely. He waved me off and sat down on the said stool. "Barkeeper, one tankard of beer please!" He called out to the barkeep.

"I take it you've been having a hard time getting a patron?" He asked me as the barkeeper placed his tankard in front of him. I groaned and nodded. "If you don't count the few perverts, yes." I sighed. "You any good with that bow of yours?" He asked. "I'm decent," I told him as I took a drink from my brandy. He made a thoughtful hum and took a sip out of his tankard. We were silent as we continued to drink from our tankards till he finally sat down. "Alright let's go." He told me. I looked at my almost finished brandy puzzled then at him. "I beg your pardon?" I asked. "We're leaving." He told me as if it was obvious.

Is this Imperial on skooma or something? I don't recall offering him my services.

"What do you mean we're leaving?" I asked. "You're a sellsword, right? I could use one to help me out." He told me. "We didn't even discuss my pay!" I argued. "Don't worry I'll pay you later." He assured me. "I didn't even discuss how much my pay is, and I don't know your name!" I argued. "We'll talk about it on the way to Weynon Priory." He told me.

I groaned, realizing there was no use in reasoning with this madman, and took one last drink of my brandy before grabbing my bag and bow, and followed him out of the Wawnet Inn. "You're completely mad, you know that right?" I asked him. "So I've been told a lot recently." He informed me. "Why are we heading to a priory, and I really need to know your name, sir." I questioned him.

"Well first we're heading to Fort Nikel to grab someone then we're heading to a priory." He told me. "That still doesn't answer my questions, and if anything that just leaves me with more questions!" I groaned as I followed him down the road toward the fort.

Author's Note: ~*~TRANSLATING TIIIIIME!~*~

Drittsekk: According to google translate in Norwegian it means asshole.