Note:
I forgot to say this in the first chapter: ahem...
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The characters and story line are my own creation, the rest belongs to the good folks at Bethesda.
Nikkhola paid for her sujamma and headed out of the tavern. The night was clear and crisp, and it was obvious that winter was approaching. It would be a cold one. The moons were shining brightly directly overhead. It was probably midnight. She couldn't believe she had stayed at Baron's so long tonight. Quickly, she headed towards her small house on the other side of the Odai. It was a humble little house, but it had been hers for two years now. She had worked long and hard to be able to afford this house. It pained her to know that she would have to leave it soon.
Pelagiad was a nice little town, but it wasn't the same as Balmora. But she knew that there was nothing she could do. Maybe one day she would come back and live a normal life again. But as long as there was a strong Cammona Tong presence in Balmora, she would not be safe.
She entered her house and locked the door behind her. She also slid her heavy table and blocked the door. She felt foolish for being so paranoid, but it was better for her to feel foolish than to be killed in her sleep. Nikkhola's windows had been sealed and boarded up. She had also asked one of her enchanter friends to trap the windows so that if someone did try to break the boards, they would get hit with a nasty shock.
Once she had secured her home, she took off her robe, folded it neatly and placed it in her drawers. She slept with her armor on: again, feeling foolish, but safe. Her sword stayed by her side at night, just in case. Nikkhola did a final check on all the windows and the door and, when she was satisfied, she went to her bed and fell asleep.
Back at the bar, the Dunmer woman stood and dropped a few drakes on the table. She walked outside and looked at the same sky that Nikkhola had seen just a few minutes before, but she didn't see a beautiful night with a hint of winter. She didn't see a town that she had grown to love that she was forced to leave. She saw a town that had too many outlanders. She saw a sky that should belong only to the Dunmer, the true Vvardenfell Dunmer, and not to the Imperials. She felt hate and she wanted them to pay.
The Dunmer woman walked across the bridge that connected the two sides of Balmora together and headed towards Nikkhola's house. When she got to it, she stopped. She would personally break into this one's house and cut her throat. But first, she would go to the tavern and take care of that fat Bosmer. The Wood Elves and High Elves were their cousins, but when they broke bread and sipped spirits with the enemy, they had to be killed just like the enemy. That was simply how it had to be.
After staring at the house for a few minutes, she turned around and headed back to the Council Club, where she and the other head Cammona Tongers in Balmora were going to plan the attack. It would be a glorious day for Balmora, indeed.