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Chapter Six: Weynon Priory
The sight of familiar-looking red hooded figures attacking the priory twisted my stomach in knots. Part of me wanted to turn around and run in fear that they might recognize me as the little girl their friends attacked four years ago, another part of me wanted to grab one of them and demand why they attacked my home and what they did with my uncle, but then the part that won over was to draw my bow and fire my arrows and bring a small amount of revenge for what they did to my home.
I was seeing nothing but red.
How dare these monsters terrorize a peaceful place, with good people that foolishly worshiped their divines who were minding their own business and causing no harm to anyone.
I sheathed my bow when I saw the red hooded cultist were killed as Espen ordered me to keep Martin safe as he goes into the chapel to look for Jauffre. I only nodded as I walked over to one of the red hood cultists I killed to see if maybe I did a poor job in killing them and could interrogate them. I frowned in disappointment when I saw they were dead. "Those were the same cultists that summoned the Oblivion gate that attacked Kvatch." Martin commented. I looked over at him in shock.
That explains the look in his eyes when I saw him earlier. He was a survivor of the terrible event that happened in Kvatch, which means Espen must be as well. No wonder Espen wanted an extra sword, they were probably on edge from the events. Which could also explain Espen's lack of sanity.
"You were in Kvatch?" I asked him. He nodded as he glared at the lifeless attackers. "Yes, I was a priest of Akatosh." He explained. "I know it can't undo what you endured, but I am sorry you had to go through that." I told him sincerely. He glanced over at me and nodded. "Heldige jævler." I hissed quietly under my breath as I searched their pockets for some kind of information on who they were. I managed to dig out an amulet with a sun that was either rising or setting for a pendant.
I shoved it into my pocket for whenever I do return to the city I can give it to Aunt Serene to investigate. "Serena, we need to investigate the house to see if the cultists took the Amulet of Kings!" Espen announced. I looked over at him in shock. Did he just say the Amulet of Kings…the amulet the Dragonborn emperors have worn? That amulet of kings?! I hope I didn't just get myself tangled up with the emperor's assassins. I'll take Martin-since he doesn't seem like the Emperor killing kind of guy-and leave.
An older-looking monk looked at Espen like he was crazy, no doubt in disbelief he would announce something like that for all of Tamriel to hear, and motioned us to follow.
I looked over at Martin and noticed he seemed a little tense. I got up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You alright?" I asked. He nodded and motioned me to go on ahead. I followed the elderly monk into the house as Espen and him hurried upstairs. I looked around and frowned at the sight to see the place was trashed from the attackers frantically searching for something.
"They took it! They took the amulet of kings!" the old monk cried. "Can someone tell me what in oblivion is going on here, and why did you guys have the amulet of kings?!" I demanded. The old monk looked at me puzzled then at Espen. "She doesn't know?" He asked him. "He hasn't told me shit since he hired me to be his hired sword. All I finally got out of that galning is his name and Martin's name, and we were heading to Weynon Priory to meet some guy named Jauffre." I vented, though I regretted my choice of words when I remembered I was in a priory and was speaking to a monk.
"Maybe when you're a little calmer I'll explain everything to you." The monk offered. "Um, yes…and my apologies for my language there." I mumbled sheepishly. He nodded and looked back over at Martin then at Espen. "Martin cannot stay here. We may have driven them off, but they will be back once they learn of his survival. Which they will." The monk explained. "Where will Martin be safe then, Jauffre?" Espen asked.
Oh…he's Jauffre…the poor old monk that I just had an outburst at.
"Nowhere is truly safe against the power arrayed against us, but we must play for some time at least. Cloud Ruler Temple, I think. The hidden fortress of the Blades, in the mountains near Bruma. A few men can hold it against an army," He looked over at Martin and I then back at Espen," We should leave at once." He informed us before heading back upstairs, no doubt to retrieve some things.
"Hope you don't mind the cold." Espen told me with a mischievous smirk.
I knew I should have brought my cloak with me!
Author's Note: Translating time!
Heldige jævler: Lucky Bastards in Norwegian according to Google Translate
Galning: Lunatic in Norwegian according to Google Translate