Here's the next chapter, hope you like it. It's short as well but I promise the next one will come soon. It's been hard with Finals coming up. But once my summer is here I'll have plenty of time to write. Once again I don't own Morrowind, but I do own Larka and any characters that I may have come into play (unless stated otherwise). Please review and tell me what you think.

Anneke, Thanks for your comments, I've been a fan of your writing for a while so it was nice to hear from you.

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Larka WinterStar stayed very still. She was currently up in a tall tree along the Bitter Coast region. She had been waiting in her tree for almost two hours now. She hadn't been in the same position the whole time but never the less it was still uncomfortable. All the while Larka called herself 10 kinds of idiot for taking the job. "I haven't even seen my employers yet." She whispered. The Twin Lamps took no chances when requiring assistance and they had communicated with Larka indirectly through letters. They had promised her 600 gold septims and the last letter had already paid half. The other half when she completed the job.

"I have a mind to just quite here and take half the money." Larka grumbled. But she knew she wouldn't. Not only did Larka need the money to pay the rent of her mages guild room in Ald'Runn but she had an annoying conscience that seemed to show up when she really didn't need it. A branch snapped somewhere nearby, bringing her out of her melancholy thoughts.

Quickly she strung her bow and tensed her legs; it was no good if her foot slipped on her now. The way she was half standing she'd fall on her face and probably break the leg that was hooked over the branch as well. She turned her head slightly to get a better view of the scene that was unfolding. The slave traders were making a delivery tonight, and a big one at that. There were five of them, all burly and muscular carrying weapons and whips. There looked to be about 12 slaves that they were herding out of the cave entrance. All skinny, scared, and weak looking they obeyed. "Take down the biggest." She whispered, quoting her beloved friend from one of his many lectures on assassination. Her adrenaline was pumping; this was the part she loved.

Her friend Krillan always said that she was an energy ball of anger and passion and that it came out when she was fighting. Larka didn't know if that was true or not, Krillan had so many far-fetched ideas, but she did love the thrill of a fight. She picked the largest man and loosed. Her arrow embedded itself in the man's neck. He fell to the ground noiselessly as he died. It took a moment for the other men to realize what was going on. In that time Larka shot down another man. Her arrow piercing his eye. Pulling herself up onto a sturdy branch she put her bow away and jumped to the ground landing catlike on her feet. The black clothing making her invisible in the night she rushed at one of the men whose back was turned.

He was barking orders at the remaining people but his voice died mid sentence as Larka decapitated him. She grinned as she wiped a stray drop of his blood from her shirt; it was getting good now. The two men who were left were trying to herd the slaves away and also flee. The slaves however, seeing their salvation, weren't cooperating. It created enough confusion that the slave traders didn't see a dark shape come up behind them.

Larka, her tanto sheathed, grabbed the two men by their necks and banged their heads together. They staggered, not sure what hit them. One man swung at her with a claymore. Larka dodged easily and parried his next hit. She swung around, ducking the other man's club and thrusting the tanto into his belly. He howled with pain and sank to the ground. Larka then turned and aimed her weapon at the week spot in the remaining man's armor beneath his shoulder. She cut deep into his armpit, slicing arteries and veins. The man dropped to the ground and Larka slit his throat.

Larka cleaned her bloodstained tanto and then reached into her shirt and took out a small amulet. Saying a quick incantation the clearing around her filled with light. The slaves were once again frightened, unsure of their fate. Larka removed her veil and hood and bowed her head. "I am Larka WinterStar, and am under the employment of the Twin Lamps." She said clearly so they could all hear. An excited murmur went up among the slaves and some even came up to thank her for what she had done. Larka shrugged it off, "Where are the keys to your bracers?" she asked. "They are on chain around big one's neck." A male Argonian said. Larka went to the body and retrieved the keys. After unlocking each slave's bracer she noticed with a pang how cold it was and how scantily clad they all were. "Are there any warmer garments inside the caves?" she asked. "Yesss my lady. The big men kept a storrre of them." A female Kajitt purred. "Alright, some of you go inside and bring out the clothing for everyone." Larka said. "A few others move the bodies off the road." Larka said
The slaves returned carrying cloaks and robes for everyone. Larka then saw a group of people, hovering just out of reach of her light. She drew her tanto, put up her hood, and walked forward. As she walked the light went with her and it revealed three people, all with traveling cloaks and helmets on to cover their faces. "You would be my employers then?" Larka asked the one who was closest. "Yes, we are three delegates from the Twin Lamps. I hope the job wasn't too much trouble for you. Here's the other 300 gold as payment and an extra 50 for keeping all the slaves alive." A man's voice replied from underneath his Chitin helmet. "Thank you sir. It wasn't that difficult once the two biggest were dead." Larka replied taking the money sack. "We are ashamed it came to bloodshed tonight, but the location made it hard to use any other means to free the slaves. We will take them into our care for now." A woman said stepping forward. "But won't you do us the honor of showing your face?" she asked. "Will you do me the same honor?" Larka replied. "No." said the third man. "Then I'm afraid we'll just have to remain mysteries to one another." Larka said with a laugh. The others laughed with her and bowed their heads in respect. Larka did the same. "Just know that I'll always remain a friend to the Twin Lamps if they ever need me." Larka said. And after bowing once more she put her veil on and off to Seyda Neen, hoping the Trade House would have an empty room for her.