Sunlight had dimmed through the small arched window. The day was passing into night, distant voices from the window and outside his master's quarters slowly turned to silence as classes finished in the college. The room was musty and dusty, as if no one had used it in months. Possibly years. It seemed to have been used as a storage, save for the furniture inside. A bed, much too long for his size. A table, cupboard and drawers. There were marks on the floor where boxes had once rested, so he could only assume things were moved out just before being brought in.

Upon the bed was a woolen blanket, laid out across and folded. It looked worn. A single pillow sit at one end, quite possibly the cleanest part of the whole bed. He had only used the bed the night before, and it wasn't the most comfortable. Something about the stiffness of the mattress and how the blanket made him itch.

The drawers were stocked with spare clothes that had been found to be in his size, save for a couple of oversized tunics and pants. Two pairs of leather shoes lay at the foot of the drawers.

Thadimus' quarters were attached to Reynor's, the professor that had so generously extended an offer. And only now was it hitting. The young Imperial had indentured himself to a professor, as his assistant. But it was more a servant. The food he was allowed to was a slice of bread, cheese and a small bit of meat. Only Reynor had shown some amount of kindness by not letting him be taken by the City Guard. But, it did have a couple of benefits he was seeing already.

He got to avoid the slums outside of Cyrodil, which had been ever expanding since the end of the Skyrim Civil War, as well as the war around fifty years ago. Another was the material, such as the book he had earned, in his own respect. It had recipes of potions of all manner, and Thadimus had never been one to show interest in potions. But reading of the effects of some ingredients, how some could heal wounds and others could induce fear in those affected. It gave him something to look upon while eating his meal.

While reading, Thad wondered how he was going to even bring this up once he got out of here. He even rehearsed it aloud.

"-so yeah, I owe this guy now and I don't quite...nah. So, I got into some trouble, I got a job...a job that doesn't pay. No that wouldn't do...Hey! I got a job. I bet you can't guess what it's for. Pretty exciting, right?" He paused talking to the air...then sighed, shaking his head. There wasn't any great way to bring this up. But before he could keep rehearsing up an excuse, the door outside his chamber opened.

Quickly he closed the book and dropped it by his feet, sliding it under the table as his chambers opened. The old man came through, brushing dust from his cloak as he entered. Thadimus had never really taken the time to get a good look at his indentured professor. His skin was of a light olive, save for his callused hands that were darkened to a deep brown. A bit of the skin of his hands seemed to have been burned at some point. He had not aged fairly, his lips paled and wrinkles causing an almost constant frown. His nose pointed down, seeming pressed. A white beard went down to a point halfway down his neck.

His robes were that of a noble. A combination of blue and green, with silver trimmings over his shoulders and down the length of his robe, straight down the middle. Cloth pants of red were under the robe, with a silver belt holding them up against his robes. In hand was a wooden walking staff, adorned with engravings from top to bottom. The curved engravings formed a pattern, like winding rivers that were mirrored to one another. Upon entering, Reynor set the staff against the table and took off his cloak, revealing the blue tunic underneath.

"Alright, once you have finished your meal I need you to take this to the washroom. You know how to wash silks, yes?" Thad gave no answer, simply shrugging as he returned to his food. Reynor glanced down at him for a moment then left his cloak hanging on the door. "I need it cleaned by tomorrow night, at the latest. Tomorrow you will also be accompanying me to my classes. I am in need of an assistant...I am sure you will behave?" Once more, Thad returned with a shrug. The man sighed, turning about to leave the assistant chambers.

"Thanks...for the food by the way" Reynor paused, looking back over his shoulder. "The bed though..."

"You'll have to earn it. Remember, technically this is a punishment. But you are welcome." Reynor left to tend to his own business, leaving Thadimus with the last of his food.

"Beds just a bit stiff, is all..." But the professor had made a point. One he shouldn't forget...this wasn't a job he somehow miraculously got lucky with. This was a punishment. And if he messed up even once? He would be put in a cell. This could go two ways in his favor. Either he gets out his own way, gets the money he needs, or he plays the professor's tune...

Finishing up the food, the Imperial pushed himself from the table to stand, holding plate in hand. On his way out, he took the robe from the door. Passing through Reynor's chamber he didn't give a second glance to anything inside, eyes forward to the door. In the corner of his eye he spied the professor scribing away at some notes. The older man paid no mind to Thad as he left the room.

Throughout the college it was quiet and still, darkness snuffing out the last of sunlight to peer through the windows and archways of it's many walkways. Class doors remained shut, murmurings from behind doors of staff. A few servants moved about the halls, cleaning after the many students. A couple guards passed through, stopping before Thadimus. They glowered down at him, but seeing the robe they moved aside with their gaze sticking to him. He felt it all the way down the hall till they were out of sight. And even then, he could feel as if they continued to stare in his general direction.

Once he came to the washroom, he pushed the wooden door open. A couple of other servants were already inside, scrubbing them through buckets of water. Two long groups of string lined the sides of the room where drying garments were hanged up until they were ready to be taken out. Taking a spare bucket, Thad got to work. The professor had said it was silk, so he tried his best to be careful. But the situation caused him to slowly begin working his aggravation into the process. How could he have been so stupid to get caught? Why did the professor have to hold this punishment smugly over his head? Treated like a servant, threatened with a cell. The splashing caught the attention of another, who came to rest a hand on the side of his bucket.

He paused and looked up to the other servant, a fair human but he couldn't quite tell their race. Possibly Imperial or Nord. Blonde locks curled from under her servants cap, freckles dotting across her nose. She seemed to be some few years older than Thadimus, and her hands albeit appearing soft, he noticed her knuckles were rough. No doubt her palms were as well from years at work. She studied him with intense blue eyes, narrowing them. Thadimus remained silent, staring back.

"Ah! You're new to this, aren't you?" Thadimus seemed confused, and it came through in his look. "A new hire. Silk is not easy, but I am surprised they didn't teach you how to clean it. Not to worry, not to worry at all!" The servant woman practically took over, making sure now and then that Thad was watching her movements. "I was your age when I took this up, as well. But not for the college, no too young for that." She sounded surprised, and he understood why. Why would they let such an inexperienced servant work here? Which made him question the professor's decision even more.

"I...guess it's cause of my other qualities that they let me in" he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. She gave a quizzical look. "Good with my hands and got a good eye for detail. You know...for cleaning." She kept the look about for a moment before nodding.

"Makes sense, that, I guess. Even then...but no matter, you're here now working away with us lot!"

"Yeah...guess I am." He sounded more resigned to this than before.

After a good amount of time, the servant offered to give him a try in cleaning the silks. Most of it had been done, but he had been paying attention and tried his hand. According to her, it was just under satisfactory but it was enough. Taking the robe she set it up on the drying line. Thad remained to offer a small thanks then went off.

Reynor had not given the boy any other tasks, so he was left wondering what to do now. He ended up deciding to head back before a guard could catch him out here. They hadn't forgiven him for bashing down two of them with a broken broomstick just yet. But along the way, he happened to catch on to a conversation from a familiar pair of voices that he had heard the night of his intrusion...

Bezir lead J'nir around by the collar of the Khajiit's tunic. It had gotten dark out with most students and staff having returned to their rooms. Obviously this was the perfect time for shenanigans. Nearing the main hall the Redguard stopped, still holding by the collar. They weren't supposed to be out and about at this time unless they had a valid reason. His reason was less than valid.

"Remind why we are, as you put it "adventuring" at night? This one...this one can see fine, but also knows we should not be wandering in the dark." Bezir raised a finger to his lips. Such an anxious cat.

"For a score. I heard there was an old sword in the sewers, just left there. For years! Centuries! I want to get it before some bandit or lowlife gets to it first." He turned back to J'nir who wore a worried frown. "You know...before they can use it to...kill someone. Plus, from what I heard, it looks really really old. So might be priceless...and also it might go well with my collection."

"We are doing this, going out in the dark to find an old sword, for your hobby?" Bezir shrugged, but the wild look in his eyes said yes. "You always drag this one into these. When will one learn it's never good..." A sigh followed from the two-legged cat. Bezir nudged him, trying to get his friend to at least cheer up.

"Hey now, we have fun don't we? You might something worth while down there too!"

"...In a sewer?"

Bezir sighed, shaking his head. He didn't find a point of arguing his point further, his friend just wouldn't understand. But an old sword, deep in the sewers, surely whoever left it there left some other things there too. From how he had heard about it was while on the streets passing by a small group of beggars. He knew there was a reason they had not gotten it yet. Luckily, he had planned ahead to prepare.

With the area clear of guards, Bezir walked along through the main hall and towards the college entrance. Separating the two areas was another large hall filled with paintings and sculptures. This room always had several on duty guards. And he had a plan for them too. As he suspected upon entering, one of the few inside approached him with a hand raised.

"Hold it there, kid. What are you doing wandering this la-"

"Gotta get home, th-there was an emergency! My mother, she has fallen ill!" Bezir had shifted from his cool self in an instant, pulling off a panicked manner. "I have a letter right here! Right...right...no, no, no" the guard only looked on as Bezir searched himself before looking to J'nir. "You have it, right?!" J'nir didn't even get a word out before Bezir started shaking on the spot. "I had it! It was right he-here! How will I see her now?!"

By now all the other guards had caught onto the ruckus and the one before him was trying to get him to relax, looking to the others for help.

"Okay k- all right, all right. Ki- kid, take a bre- kid plea- all right!" Bezir stopped in his cries, sniffing. "You both don't look like you got anything on you, seems desperate...get going, quick. But get a letter sent here as soon as you get there. All right?" Bezir smiled and nodded, shaking the guards hand.

"Thank you, oh thank you! I will get one sent right away! Quickly, we must get to mother!" And just like that, Bezir was off. J'nir had seen this act so many times. Yet always he was thrown off. A couple seconds was needed to regain his composure before following quickly.

"...and that, is how you guilt trip. Takes a long time to get down. It was a pleasure to once again express this lesson to you" the redguard had the smuggest look in stride. They took the road down till the first patrol where they went off to the side, moving to the north side of the island.

Ever since the growing of the city, the wildlife on the island seemed to be all but existent save for a few birds and rabbits. The growing noise and crowds had driven them off. It had grown quieter in the nights with no wolf howls or hooting owls.

Coming to the north, they stopped upon the sewer entrance. No one was around, because no one would risk being around here at night. Bandits once frequented this spot but now anyone who stayed over night simply disappeared. J'nir stood off to the side, eyeing the entrance warily. Bezir, on the other hand, walked right up to a rock to the right of it as he picked something up behind. Coming back to J'nir he produced two packs and passed one off to the Khajiit.

"See? I came prepared. Stored these back here earlier in the day. Each got a torch, bit of food, a healing potion and if we need to get out quick a stamina potion as well. A dagger for you, a sword for m-" He caught J'nir's worried look at the dagger. "You know. In case there is someone that wants to kill us in there...which might happen, or maybe not. Who knows, right?" That didn't help at all, but Bezir got the point across. He walked to the gate and pulled. Slowly it opened, the old metal hinges creaking and squeaking as the grate shuddered from a long time without use.

J'nir's ears flattened to his skull at the shrill sound, while Bezir didn't seem to have the faintest reaction to it.

"Right then!" He produced his torch, and with a flick of his hand a glow went to the end of the torch with a burst of fire. "Shall we go?" He held his glowing hand out to J'nir, who let him light his torch. Bezir withdrew his hand, dispelling the magic before proceeding through the sewer entrance.

The young Redguard was eager to get out there again. Sure, the college kept him busy, and the prospect of being a representative of his people as a student was big to him. But he lived for the adventure. For exploring undiscovered relics, claiming titles, finding long lost ruins. J'nir, his best friend since childhood, always felt...differently. He glanced back to the Khajiit wrinkling his own nose at the smell.

"It's not that bad...for a sewer."

"You forget Khajiit sensitivity. Smell is strong. For this, too strong" J'nir covered his face with one hand in an attempt to stifle the smell.

"I'll take your word for it. But we've smelled worse, like that troll feeding pit-"

"This one was not there for that."

"Oh yeah, right. Well my point stands. There's been other places that smelled a lot worse than this." The Khajiit paused on for a moment, before a resigned sigh. "Besides! It's best to get used to it here before we go further in, where it will be a lot worse." J'nir scowled over his hand, a low rumble of displeasure from his throat.

Bezir led on with his torch, sweeping it around at every turn. The beggars hadn't said much, so he relied on intuition. It had never failed him before. Or, at least others let him believe that. All he had overheard was that the sword had been spotted when a beggar had gone too far in from the northern entrance to get under the Market District. Bezir listened out. Even at night, the district became busy. If the sound above was more than other areas, then he knew they were going the right way.

The flames licked at the ceiling, casting shadows all around the further in they went. Bezir had been right about the smell getting worse, as every time he looked back J'nir looked about ready to lose his dinner. The same could be said for Bezir at this point, yet he pushed on. Some mild stench wasn't going to stop this venture short. The water rippled at their feet as they waded through with sounds of dripping from the ceiling ahead.

Already he had lost track of time down in this sewer. But that was the magic of an adventure. To lose yourself with it, to explore yourself as well as the unexplored. And to share it with friends, close-

He paused moving, noticing the lack of ripples from behind nor the sound of wading. Looking back, J'nir seemed alert. Ears up, stood completely still. Bezir remained still as he looked quizzically at his friend...before noticing the ripples that came from neither of them. Slowly a hand drifted down to his weapon at his side while carefully watching past his friend. One quick glance to J'nir with a short nod and his friend was beginning to draw as well, albeit slowly and with a shaking grip. A slide of his dagger emitted a sound, and the ripples stopped. There was a long silence.

"So...we know you're there. You know that we know. How about you come on out from the corner, cause there's no point to remain hiding." The Redguard kept himself at the ready, holding the hilt but kept the weapon in it's scabbard. Another pause...and a figure crossed the corner.

With the outfit, he looked like a beggar. Worn cloths wrapped around clothing with a cowl of wrappings that was currently pushed back from their head. He was an Imperial, looked about their age. And he held a look that spelt mischief.

The Imperial boy raised his arms, clearly unarmed.

"Right, you got me. Congrats to you both...even if it took you a while" he muttered the last part. Bezir glared yet slowly moved his hand from the hilt. But even then, he kept it hovering over.

"What are you doing, following us?" Bezir questioned. J'nir had relaxed his own stance, taking a few steps back towards his friend. Bezir moved to just beside him. The Imperial paused.

"...Adventure? Heard there was somethin' down here." Bezir was till unsure about this, and waited for more elaboration. "Something worth it. Some coin. A reason to explore...you know, the only sane reason to travel a sewer?" Bezir was quiet...then an amused smile crossed his features.

"See, J'nir? This guy gets it." He relaxed completely. One might think he was too trusting, but the Imperial had hit all the notes to get him to trust; Seeing this adventure as perfectly reasonable.

"This one is unsur-"

"Come on, J'nir. Loosen up. Adventurers work with adventurers! I'm Bezir, this is J'nir. And you are..."

The Imperial lowered his arms, one put out to shake. Bezir took it, shaking eagerly.

"Thad."

The young Imperial watched the Redguard act, impressed. But Thadimus knew he could do better...was he going to try though? He knew better than to even try to match it. His face was known among the guards by now. And yet, the promise of a good score...maybe it could get his debts settled. Sure, they wanted a specific thing stolen. But who could say no to an ancient weapon?

Thadimus mulled it over and sighed. He was getting desperate to think that this was a good plan. He knew if Reynor discovered he disappeared, he would send for the City guard. He would end up in a cell. Yet the promise, it was just too perfect for him to not to take up.

So he went with it. And he knew his way around the city. Getting out of the college had been the difficult part. Picking a window to climb out of, dodging guard patrols all the way to the city. But from there? Piece of cake. This area he knew how to hide, where to avoid, usual guard times. Using prior knowledge and whatever cloth lay around he disguised his servant garments as a beggars.

Going from the current district he was in, Thadimus made his way for the closest sewer entrance. One quick check of his surroundings, then down he went. Closing the grate above him, he paused. It was dark down here and Thad wished that his familiar was with him. But it wasn't a usual familiar. It tended to come and go of it's own accord.

Thadimus heard the wading ahead and had begun to follow after it. Narrowly avoiding a nasty skeever Thadimus reached the source. Which brought him before the adventurous Redguard and timid Khajiit.

"Thad, huh? All right, Thad it is." The Redguard looked to be thinking something over while holding the torch above. "So I can only guess you want a cut." Thad shrugged.

"I came down here for something worth. If a cut of the reward is what I get, I'll be fine. Seventy, thirty? Going your way." The Redguard was stunned. Thad always felt that negotiation as the first move was the best move. And if done right, it always caught them off guard.

"I...well...sure. That...that sounds great then! Welcome aboard this mighty adventure!" And just like that, negotiation got it's way once more. Thadimus nodded in agreement.

"I sure do feel...welcomed." Thadimus glanced between the two before him, frowning as they went to continue onward. The young Imperial followed along behind. The two were plenty well armed, whereas Thadimus had come unarmed. He had been surprised that they had not questioned that fact, having weapons at their sides. The two expected danger in the sewer but he really wasn't one for practical weapons. He made sure to hurt, sure, but never kill.

Without a torch Thadimus kept close behind the other two. He had become used to using the dark to sneak through while taking what he needed, or wanted. And rarely did he work with others...this was somewhat new for him, but then again this whole new situation was new to him. He knew that he would have to adapt.

"What are you looking for down here?" Bezir looked back at the Imperial.

"I thought you heard what was down here?"

"I heard something is, not what."

There was a long pause as Bezir mulled it over, but then just shrugged and didn't elaborate further. Thadimus frowned at him. He wasn't going to get much out of him, then.

"So...what is it that's down here then?" He pushed, trying to get an answer.

"Something. A surprise, you'll s-"

"A sword" J'nir cut in, narrowed eyes towards his partner in crime. "It's a sword. Bezir likes to dance around questions."

"N-Not the point, at all" Bezir cut back. Thadimus raised a brow towards the two. "Fine, yeah. A sword...wait, hey! It's not just a sword, it's better than that!"

"Have you seen it?"

Bezir had to stop his train of thought for that. No one had really asked him that, or at least Thadimus had guessed as much by the way he just...stopped. He smirked a bit while catching up with the Khajiit. The cat seemed anxious soon as he neared. Or was he always anxious? This pair was an odd pair, and Thad began wondering just how easy it might be to swindle them...

Dripping water and some faint steps from above caught their attention as the Redguard stopped where he was, listening above. There were muffled sounds; talking, walking. He was sure of where they were.

In the spot they had stopped at was a small room. A ladder leading to the market district above. A couple of tunnels leading out that once had been closed off during the Oblivion Crisis, having been opened up in the last fifty or so years. If there was some old artifact down one of those, it must have been there for a long, long time. He imagined what it must be like down these pathways, never been touched in so long, never having anyone explore them...until now.

The walls down each of the older tunnels seemed to be covered in mold and moss. Cracked bricks lined the walls, threatening to collapse under the smallest amount of stress against the structuring. Wooden beams that lined the ceiling were rotten and cracked, strained from years without maintenance.

Thadimus caught J'nir shivering anxiously. He understood why. If they made a wrong move down that sewer tunnel it may very well collapse. Bezir was the only one who was unfazed by this fact. That, or he had not realized.

"Pick one." There was a moment of pause. "New guy, pick one." Thadimus shot a look at Bezir, who gestured for both of the old tunnels. He looked down each, thinking. They looked the same...neither was older than the other, it was too hard to tell. He tried to think, looking back and forth. Before nodding his head to the one on the right. Bezir nodded in agreement before getting back to leading down the dark sewer tunnel.

It went on for a while, deeper and deeper into the old sewer lines. Small skeevers skittered across the shallow water or along the sides, avoiding the armed persons moving through their territory. Old bones occasionally came up at the sides or at the other side of a grate, long forgotten. The stench seemed to only grow stronger with the musk of mold and with how this place must have been closed off for so long, the smell had only been able to build up.

Thad covered his face with his arm as a wave of stench hit them. The others reacted the same way.

"That's...absolutely foul!" The Redguard was muffled by his arm, and he seemed to be tearing up. Thadimus was the same, the smell stinging his eyes.

"What in the Divines is that?!" Thadimus coughed from behind his arm. Even when covering his mouth, he was choking on whatever it was. Did Bezir really plan on moving forth through this?

He watched Bezir push forth. He was more unfazed then the other two, or just too focused on the promise of a large reward. Thadmius didn't plan on getting left behind, so pushed on behind. J'nir followed behind, coughing and hacking his breath at the air.

Ahead of them the air seemed to grow thick and green. Something was off, and it sent shivers down his spine. Bezir kept going nonetheless, and Thadimus took it really slow and cautiously. The stone walls here seemed excessively aged, yet there was no mold nor moss. The water was dark and murky around their ankles. In the center of the chamber was a large cement block that was covered with runic writing around the middle. It appeared to have a lid, which Thadimus found odd. What would that be doing, all the way down here? This wasn't a crypt. He pushed the thought back.

"Why is-"

"Is that a coffin?! Yes, score!" Bezir ran to the coffin, brushing his hands over the top while observing it closely. "How long must this have been down here, who's is it, could the-"

"Calm down man, calm down" Thad quieted the excited Redguard, shaking his head. "I don't like this."

Bezir threw it off with a dismissive wave as he went about exploring the chamber more. Something to the back of the chamber caught his attention and the Redguard was at the back in a flash. There it was, a sword buried into a mound of...something. A few bones scattered around the bottom of the mound, which Bezir paid no heed to. It was an old blade, looked a few centuries old. The hilt-guard had one half snapped away, the blade chipped and scratched. Down the blade were several runes that could be faintly made out on its rusted steel surface.

Thadimus read over the runes on the coffin, yet he did not understand it. It was an old language. He wondered briefly if his familiar would know, but dismissed the thought.

Thadimus glanced over to Bezir as he took the hilt in hand to draw it from the mount. He pulled on it, but it didn't budge. He started to pull, push and eventually...it snapped. The top half of the blade was in hand, the lower half remaining in the mound with shards of steel splintering to the floor to splash in the water.

The other two watched as the blade shattered. There was a deafening silence before Bezir fell to a knee, holding the broken blade.

"We came for that? A broken sword?" Thadimus couldn't even contain his disappointment. He came down here to get something worthwhile, even if he had to steal it from under their noses. He should have known from how naive the Redguard was that this would just lead to a dead end. There was only one possible place for coin. He turned on the coffin, pushing on the lid. Now Bezir appeared to have some sense, standing ready to stop the Imperial.

"Wait!"

The lid fell, and inside...it was empty. Thadimus' frustration only grew, kicking the coffin with a yell.

"I wouldn't have done that...if I were you" Bezir said, and he sounded worried. His eyes glued to the coffin. J'nir was already starting to back up. Thadimus glared at the Redguard, the cause of this trouble.

"You said there was a reward, yet all I see is a dusty sword! Like, come on! What kind of reward is that?! This isn't exactly an adventure!" Bezir appeared rather hurt yet still was staring at the empty coffin. None of them noticed the thick green air starting to swirl. The sudden chill. A hushed gust of air sweeping through the chamber. "I'm an idiot, truly an idiot for thinking I could get something out of- what is that?"

They all turned to a form behind Bezir, standing over the mound. Bezir had the hilt of the blade suddenly pulled from his hand, threatening to pull him over with it. He stumbled into the mound, coughing into it. Thadimus backed up quickly. He scanned around his feet for a weapon, settling on a bone drenched in sewer water. J'nir pulled his dagger out, holding with both hands to steady it. The shaded figure spoke in a gravely voice, echoing across the chamber as it began to take form.

"Qoth tafiir, Praan bo" it spoke, bones from the mound floating to the figure to give it form. It lifted a bony hand to the three, uttering more echoed words. "Dur, Daan dur" the words carried on in a slow drawl. A skull pieced together where its head should be, hollowed eyes boring into the three. It lifted its other hand, and there the broken blade reforged itself. Still it looked old and cracked, but the shattered shards pieced together as if the sword had never been broken in two.

"Sk-Skeleton!" The Khajiit was backing up quickly from the skeleton warrior. Thadimus held the bone in hand. Bezir recovered quick enough to roll out of the way as the skeleton slashed its worn blade down towards him. It took a while to start lifting the blade back up, its bones creaking.

Thadimus and Bezir both moved quickly with the skeleton vulnerable. Thadimus swung the bone at its side, the blunt makeshift club made a sickening crack against the old skeleton.

Bezir swung his dagger at the closest joint at one of the elbows, chipping at the old bone. By magic, the bones stayed together and it continued to lift its weapon. It swept the sword up at the Redguard who deflected with his dagger, taking a back step. Thadimus made another strike at the skeleton's back while he could.

"A bone?!"

"Do you see any other weapon, besides what it's holding?!" Thadimus shot back, delivering a third strike before he had to push himself back from a retaliation. The skeleton seemed slow until it attacked with decisive strikes. It continued to utter an unknown language all the while.

J'nir could only watch as the two others fought the undead being, doing all they could to beat it back to whence it came. Bezir made slashes at the joints while Thadimus clubbed it over and over again, each of them retreating every time it swung.

Cracks formed across the skull and limbs. Its movements were growing slower, weaker. It chose then to turn the tables back into its favor. One hand dropped suddenly from the sword. A bright cool glow originated from the hand. A cold breeze went through the chamber, chilling those inside.

Then, the hand flew up at its opponents, shooting a stream of ice back and forth. Bezir was quick to act with a steady hand casting a spell of heat against the stream of ice. Thadimus on the other hand had no such defense and relied on quick feet to roll out of the way, taking a position on the opposite side of the coffin. J'nir finally moved to take up a position next to the Imperial, cool air cast over their heads.

"Can't...hold it!" Bezir shouted, now using both hands to cast his spell. The skeleton constantly murmuring approached whilst raising its sword against him. Thadimus looked to the Khajiit, wondering why he didn't stand to help his friend. And what did he hope to gain? He could just run. He didn't know these two personally. And they didn't know him...so why couldn't he just run?

Following a moment of hesitation he made his choice. The Imperial rushed out keeping his head low to the coffin. Before then leaping upon the coffins lid, jumping off. The skeleton turned magic upon him, but it was too late. With what strength he had Thadimus brought the bone club to its skull. It cracked, pieces shattering from the scalp. It groaned, standing still for a moment.

Bezir took this chance to rush forth to finish the job. With the hilt of his dagger he struck at the skull. It shattered completely, causing the skeleton to fall forward almost immediately and turn to dust. They stood standing over the dusted corpse, taking deep breaths to recover...then laughing echoed in the chamber.

Thadimus shifted his gaze up at Bezir who seemed...joyous? Or was it simply shock? He found himself shaking his head, gripping his arm. The sword had managed to cause a wound across his arm during one of his attacks. Bezir looked plenty scratched up as well, yet continued to laugh.

His laughter stopped soon, shifting to shallow breaths.

"That was...quite a work out, huh?" Thad glared at him, refusing a response. The Redguard looked to his feet. There it was, the old sword. Fully formed now. He reached down to take it up by the hilt, holding it. Then, he spotted something among the dust. Kicking the dust aside with a foot, he smirked then nudged the object along through the dust to Thad.

"As promised, a cut of the reward." Now lying at Thad's feet was a small worn ring. He sighed. It wouldn't catch the fancy price he was hoping for...but then he smiled. Truly, the Redguard had kept his word. He bent down picking it up, rolling the ring in his hand.

"Thanks..." He made a mental note there; if you want some easy coin, don't go venturing into some sewer.

Wow! It sure has been a long while, huh? Been a long time since I ever attempted writing, feels good to get back into it.Anyway, now that I am back to it, I hope that this chapter does well!