Chapter 38

Ragnthor

As he tied Bowen in front of the stable he looked up at Serana. "You can stay here, go to the house, or come with us. Makes no matter." Lucia tied her horse, a third one named Silver, as she still refused to listen to him on how to choose a horse, and ran off toward town.

"I'll go with you. I want to see this woman of yours."

Ragnthor nodded. "Alright. Now I'm not one to teach my grandmother to suck eggs but you will need to be careful here. I warned the guard about the threat before I left and taught them how to check. I can get you through the gate, and maybe even into the keep, but other than that…" He let it hang.

"It's on me, I'm aware. The thane can't be accused of bringing a vampire into the walls." She swung off and looked for Lucia, who was nowhere to be seen. "I thought this Lydia of yours was Lucia's aunt."

Ragnthor nodded, smiling. "Aye, but we have raised since she was 12. Found her begging on the streets when I finally came back. And we have both had a hand in raising her, one or the other. She is more Lucia's mother than her real one."

Their first stop was at the keep seeing as Balgruuf would know where to find her. As he walked toward the throne, the jarl got up to met him. A little slower than normal. "Ragnthor, you devil, it's high time you graced us with your presence."

Ragnthor grabbed his forearm. "Balgruuf, life must have been rough since I have been gone. You were a little slow getting out of that chair."

He laughed. "Hunting trip gone south 2 months back. Got a bad case of Rock Joint. It's been cured but both Danica and Arcadia say that my joint will always be a little stiff."

"Due to being old."

"Something like that." He looked around and caught Serana in his gaze. "And who is this your traveling with."

Ragnthor looked around. "Up to the war room. Too many ears here." Balgruuf nodded and they went upstairs.

When they got there Ragnthor motioned for her to remove her hood. When she looked at him he nodded. "Balgruuf can be trusted." She did and Ragnthor was surprised the Balgruuf didn't flinch. He put his hand on his sword though.

"Peace Balgruuf, she can be trusted."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because she is helping me stop her father. The cause of this damn mess."

His eyes grew wide. "Her father? Who is he?"

Ragnthor cracked a smile. "You wouldn't know him. He is a couple of Eras old."

"ERAS!"

Ragnthor nodded and bent over the map. "Aye. And the prophesy we are chasing is older than that. I can't put a date on it yet But maybe back to the First Era. Thought it could be earlier. Before we came from Atmora."

Balgruuf bent over the map. "That means Snow Elves. I don't envy you. We have only found one town and the wizards from the college are still learning new things."

"Aye. It looks like I'm about to become the foremost expert on the Snow Elves before they became Falmer."

Serana snorted. "You, an expert in history?"

He gave her a flat stare. "I can read, if not speak, every language that has ever been on this continent. Native Argonian is mostly hisses and jaw snaps and I can't do that. Khajiit sub-vocalize and use body language. Other animal type races are the same. But written stuff is easy. And it helps in raiding tombs if you can read "this way leads to a spike pit". And I can get the drop on people hunting me by knowing what they are saying, no matter what they speak. Skills you need you pick up."

Balgruuf laughed at her shocked face. "He's telling the truth lass. He has even helped my court wizard translate some ancient Norse and Aldmeri texts."

"And I have more field knowledge than any scholar will. But enough of this. Balgruuf, Serana said she would teach your men so better methods of screening than what I could. And I would like to know where to find Lydia."

Balgruuf shook Serana's hand. "Thanks for the help. And Lydia is down training with the companions." Ragnthor nodded and left.

A short while later Ragnthor was watching Lydia fight some man with a two handed sword. Suddenly she crouched and caught his sword with her shield like Lucia had done. But unlike Lucia she didn't stop after she disarmed him. She swung her shield up and caught him under the jaw. He crumpled like a wet sack.

"So that's where Lucia learned that trick. She didn't learn the follow through though."

Her face lit up as she ran to him. "You're here."

He kissed her. "I said only a week."

A white haired man walked over to him. "Greetings Thane."

Ragnthor inclined his head, not letting go of Lydia. "To you as well Harbinger."

"Ye gods, that's the Thane? He is bigger than you." The voice came from a man helping the one Lydia knocked out up. He was the dagger companion to the others greatsword.

"Indeed he is. Does this mean you have finally brought him here so we can duel?" It was Aela.

Ragnthor laughed as he felt Lydia try to turn. "Indeed, if that's what you want. I'll fight any who want. Fists or weapons it makes no matter."

The man who Lydia knocked down walked over. "If you don't use a shield I'll give it a try."

Ragnthor let go of Lydia and drew his sword, black and dully gleaming. "I'm not good with a shield." The man gave a wolfish grin and then they charged, meeting with a massive clang.

The man, Farkas was his name, was almost as good a fighter as Ragnthor. More blows landed on his armor than his blade. Once the man's blade tugged on his beard, inches from his throat. Then Ragnthor swung and, with the tinkle of shattering metal, broke the man's sword.

"By the Hunt! What's you sword made from?" Ragnthor handed him the sword and laughed when his hand dropped from the weight.

"You heat dragon bone to the right temperature and you can form it like steel. I mixed it with ebony for added strength. Took me 4 days to get the quench right and the welds to hold. Another 2 for the mix. But it won't break like the last one, no matter the stress." Farkas looked at it, marveled. "Go on, give it a try. And who else wants to try?"

The smaller man, Vilkas, tossed him a one handed sword and assumed a fencers stance. Ragnthor swung it a few times. "It's as light as twig."

"Then move fast." And with that he sprung.

The first clash made it clear Vilkas was a master, far better than him. He had the bloody cheek to prove it. He moved like lightning and for every blow Ragnthor blocked, 4 more fell on his armor. But his armor held so he kept swinging, landing a glancing blow here and a skittering stab there. And then he saw it. He savagely kicked and Vilkas jumped out of the way, breathing lightly.

"You have enough, Thane?"

Ragnthor spit some blood out of his mouth. "You're good. But predictable."

Vilkas glared like a wolf waiting to spring. "Predictable?"

"Let me show you."

Vilkas snarled and sprang like a wolf, making a move that he had made a half dozen times in the last clash. And Ragnthor stopped it completely. Vilkas looked up in shock in time to see Ragnthor's other fist flying toward his head like an avalanche. And it hit just as hard, sending him sprawling a few feet to the side.

Farkas laughed as Vilkas tried to get to his feet and failed. "Hits hard, doesn't he brother." Vilkas nodded as Farkas hauled him to his feet.

Aela smiled as she walked over. "Fists, no armor."

Lydia started forward. Ragnthor stopped her by handing her a gauntlet. "I know she has been begging for this for a while. Let's have it be done."

Lydia looked down at his hand and cursed. "By The Nine Ragnthor! What Did You Do?" His knuckles had even more scars from when his gauntlets had been crushed fighting Durnehviir.

He took of the other one and it was the same. "It's the reason I need you. You, mostly, keep me grounded." He started to remove the rest of his armor.

She grabbed him by the beard. "What. Did. You. Do."

He looked at her, like a child being scolded. "I fought another dragon…as a dragon. Shouts and all."

She shoved him. "You lost control again, didn't you?!"

"Not completely." She grabbed his beard again and twisted, widening her eyes. "For most of the fight I was in control. Then something happened and the control broke. I grabbed it by the head and stopped it's charge." There was a collective gasp.

She let him go. "You almost died again, didn't you?"

He shrugged. "After that I was lost in the rage. But one of my companions other than Lucia, Serana, and her mother are rather powerful mages and from what they said the dragon was down they rushed to me. Didn't even have a chance to see Arkay."

She sighed. "Alright. But you aren't leaving my sight until the mess is done."

He looked over at Aela. "You still want to fight after hearing that?"

She gave a feral smile. "You might be strong, thane. But are you fast?" She set down he bowed and assumed a fighting stance.

He piled his armor off to the side and pulled off his shirt, to another gasp from the crowd. "He has more scars the Skjor."

Kodlak walked over to him and gestures to some of them. "When did you fight one of our kind?"

Ragnthor smiled. "Many years ago, when I didn't know as much. On the border of Cyrodiil and Black Marsh I took a contract to hunt one. But he knew his home and I didn't. For 2 weeks I tracked him into the marsh. Until I didn't know up from down. Then the feral bastard sprung. I almost was turned."

He laughed. "Not many come through a fight with a feral in one piece."

"I know even more now." He smiled and stepped forward. Then they clashed.

She wasn't wrong, she was very fast. But her blows didn't hurt. They just annoyed. At least that is what he thought.

They had been fighting for a while, neither being able to land an ending blow, when he realized what she was doing. She's targeting my nerves. If she hits enough the limb will go numb. Suddenly she landed another and his left arm dropped.

He tore forward with a snarl. She laughed and dodged back with a jab. Her face went white as he managed, more from chance than anything, and crushed it. He used his grip to jerk her forward and off balance. As she staggered forward he slammed his head into hers, cleanly breaking her nose. As she fell back he grabbed her neck and picked her up, preparing to throw her. Suddenly there was a roar and an armored body slammed into him.

When he hit the ground he threw the person from him and sprang to his feet. It was Skjor. Shite was all he thought when he saw the feral gleam in his eyes He's going to change. Have to beat him quick.

With a roar more suited to a beast Skjor charged. Ragnthor met him like a bull, hard and head first. There was a thud when his skull met Skjor's then silence as they grappled, each trying to throw the other. Ragnthor blow air out his nose as the edges of Skjor's armor drew blood. Skjor tried to kick and Ragnthor blocked it, then levered a knee into his gut. It bounce off his armor but shocked him enough that Ragnthor forced him to his knees.

He looked up with a gaze of pure hate and his face started to change. "Lydia! My Dagger!"

Lydia reached down and drew his dagger. It was the silver one he had shown her the night of the feral hunt. She ran over and held it under Skjor's chin. "Stop Skjor."

He let go of Ragnthor and lashed out at her. As she fell back Ragnthor snapped the arm he still held and then threw him. Skjor changed in the air. When he rose Ragnthor found himself facing a beast that stood half again as tall as him and weight twice as much. He smiled as they charged.

Just before they met Ragnthor stopped, clasp his hands together and swung, two handed, using the momentum from the charge. It hit Skjor on the side of the head and dropped him like a stone. But like a beast he was back up and trying for Ragnthor's throat with those savage jaws.

The fight was brutal. Ragnthor had a hand on Skjor's throat, straining to keep those snapping jaws from him while landing blow after savage blow on Skjor's head and face. Meanwhile Skjor had wrapped his arms around Ragnthor and was trying to crush him, to bring his whole body to those jaws. His claws caused Ragnthor's back to run red with blood as he strained against those bestial arms.

Suddenly the jaws snapped shut and Skjor gave a low growl as Ragnthor wrapped both hands around his throat. "Do you think you can beat me, oh man? My arms have crushed bigger men, drank their blood and howled it to the moons."

Ragnthor smiled. "You think yourself strong, having crushed the life out of normal men? By the Nine! Break the neck of a blood mad charging bull before you say that. I did that. Before I was a full grown man."

The jaws snapped and snarled. "Lies!"

Ragnthor growled back. "Are they?" Suddenly he flexed and heard a gasp as another torrent of blood flowed down his back.

He braced, feet apart, and pulled, dragging Skjor to the ground. And slowly, bit by bit, Skjor went down. First to eye level, then he was on his knees, paws flailing, scratching, clawing. All while the gleam in his eyes slowly faded do to a lack as air as Ragnthor's hands closed around his throat. Just tight enough to cut off his air.

Suddenly the paws stopped flailing and Skjor went limp. Ragnthor let go and took a step back, arms quivering from the sudden lack of exertion. "Ye Gods!" someone said "He beat Skjor in his beast form, bare handed!"

Ragnthor staggered back and half fell, half sat on a bench. He put his still shaking arms on his knees and looked up at Kodlak. "He's not dead, too much hatred to die."

Kodlak nodded. "That is true. I will have one of our people look after him. And Aela." He walked closer and spoke softly. "Thank you for sparing him. He may be brash, but he looks out for the pack. And I watched you kill said bull 17 years ago." At Ragnthor's shocked look he chuckled. "I'm a wolf boy. I was in the woods."

As he turned to leave, Lydia stopped him. "Kodlak, do you have a potion to cure diseases? I don't want to be married to a wolf."

Ragnthor nodded. "And I would like to not make a habit of going to the temple a bloody mess."

Kodlak put a hand on her shoulder. "Of course, child. I'll be back in a moment." He turned. "Farkas, drag Skjor down to his chambers. Vilkas, make sure no one inside sees."

Lydia turned and touched his back, feeling how bad it was cut. He gave a sharp intake of air. "Could you not?"

She looked at him. "You need to get this cleaned before infection can set in."

"Give me some time to get my strength back and I will."

"Ragnthor."

"Fine." He held out a hand and suddenly a slow light circled his body and the skin was made whole, all be it with a dozen new scars.

Kodlak came out and handed he the potion. "Already healed, eh."

Ragnthor gave him a weary smiled. "Magic fingers."

Kodlak sat down. "So, why do you carry a silver dagger?"

"I'm hunting vampires."

Kodlak smiled. "But common knowledge states that silver is only good against were's."

Ragnthor pulled his shirt on. "That's where common knowledge has it wrong. Silver is good against all forms of evil, of magic, in varying degrees. No offence. You manage yours and don't fall prey to bloodlust."

"None taken. But then why not carry a silver sword."

He stood and started putting on his armor. "You cleave something in half, it's dead, or not long off. But you can't go cleaving when you're sneaking. The silver weakens the unnatural protection and lets the dagger inflict mortal wounds, quietly."

Kodlak stood and held out a hand. "You know as much if not more than us. I'm glad you're not hunting us."

Ragnthor shook. "When I was wandering I had to take jobs to fill my belly I needed this knowledge, and I sought it hungrily. Now I don't need to. I've a farm here, steady income as thane in a rich hold, and an even larger farm down in Cyrodiil."

"And yet you are hunting vampires."

He put an arm around Lydia. "They threatened those I love."

Kodlak nodded. "To protect the pack."

"Aye."

He turned and started inside. "Then may the gods you trust aid you in your hunt."

Ragnthor put an arm around Lydia and they started walking toward the great tree. "Do you know where Lucia is? With the way she ran off I thought she would have found you first."

Lydia shook her head. "I haven't seen her. But this is the first time she has been back in months. Maybe she's doing other things." He nodded as they sat on one of the benches and she drew closer to him. "You boys did a good job. I'm glad it looks the way it did when we were kids."

He hugged her tight. "I wish you could have been there. It was beautiful there."

"Maybe you'll take me there someday."

He smiled. "Maybe."

Suddenly a young woman ran up, Mila Valentia. "Thane Ragnthor, you need to come to the Mare."

He stood. "Why?"

"There is a fight" she turned and ran back.

Ragnthor nodded. "Let's go." And they took off.

They had just made it to the square when the door flew open and 2 people tumbled down the steps, still fighting. Jon stood at the top of the steps, dusting his hands. "If you're gonna fight, keep it outside you brats."

Hitting the main square the fighters broke and then hurled at each other anew, making a gods awful racket.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM YOU BITCH!"

"MAKE ME!"

It was Lucia and Braith. Lucia was still wearing her greaves and boots but Braith was the daughter of an expert warrior and naturally fast so she managed to keep clear of Lucia's kicks while matching Lucia's flurry of blows on her head and shoulders.

Ragnthor got between them and pulled them apart. "Enough." Braith jerked free and darted forward and opened a cut just below Lucia's eye. He pulled them apart again and Lucia tried to dart passed him. He was ready and grabbed her by the front of her shirt and slammed his head into hers with a massive crack that dropped her to her knees. "ENOUGH! Now what is this about?"

They bowed their heads and muttered "Nothing."

Ragnthor pulled Lucia up and looked them both in the eyes. "You had a tavern brawl that morphed into a street brawl. That isn't nothing." Their faces grew red but they still said nothing. "Braith, what would your mother say, may the soil embrace her warmly. And you Lucia, a full fledged warrior with some of the best training a person could have, brawling like a common thug." They turned almost purple.

A voice rose up by the Bannered Mare. "It was me, Thane. They were fighting over me." It was Lars. He looks just like his father did.

"Ye Gods Girls! Fighting over a boy in the streets."

Braith looked up. "That bi…." she quailed under his gaze.

He shook his head. "Braith, go home." She looked up like she wanted to argue then thought better. Ragnthor turned, still holding Lucia's shirt. "Lars, out to the farm with you. Gwendolyn could use some help. And you Lucia, gather your armor and head out to the horses." Lars and Braith left.

She looked up at him, blood still running down her face, then followed Lars as he left. "Now."

He smiled. "No. Get Arcadia to patch that cheek up first."

She looked down. "Yes Ragnthor."

Ragnthor watched her go as Jon walked over. He looked as bad as the girls and was favoring a leg, likely were Lucia had kicked him. "By the Gods Jon, what happened to you?"

He smiled. "I got between a rock and a hard place. Praise be not all women are like that."

Ragnthor wrapped an arm around Lydia. "All the women in my life are."

Jon nodded. "You're right on that." He looked around. "Hulda won't need me tonight. Always slow after a fight. Why don't you come visit me and Olfina for dinner? See your boy again before you leave."

"Supper at the Battle-Born house? It aught to be good."

Jon smiled. "Actually we aren't Battle-Borns. Father disowned me when I got married. So did Olfina's parents. So it's just Jon the Bard and his wife Olfina."

Ragnthor put a hand on his shoulder as they walked. "I'm sorry Jon."

He shrugged. "It's not hard for us. And my sister said once father is dead I claim the name again. And Olfina's brothers stop by. Her farther can't disown all his name. But it is for Egil. His grandparents ignore him on the streets. And that's enough so that we will never forgive them." He clenched his fists. "Hate your kids. But don't take it out on the youngest among us."

"By the Nine."

He nodded as he opened the door. Egil and Bryta were chasing each other around the house and Ragnar was toddling behind. Olfina was bent over a cooking pot but when she heard the door shut she walked over and gave Jon a kiss.

"Behold, I have brought guests for dinner, dear wife."

She smiled. "I see that kind husband."

Ragnthor held his arms out and hugged Olfina. "It's been a while."

"It's been a while. And it gets lonely."

"Jon told me." He felt fists form on his back.

He stepped back and saw tears in her eyes. For such a proud woman to crack. I must see if I can do something. "Jon, you mind sending Bryta and Egil down to get Lucia. Can't leave her there all alone if we are going to eat."

Jon laughed. "You want to send two almost 4 year olds to do something?"

Ragnthor scooped up Bryta as she ran by and ruffled her light brown hair, a perfect mix from mother and father. "Can you go down to the stables and get Lucia so she can eat with us? If the guards stop you tell them you are on Thane business."

She nodded. "Yes uncle Ragnthor. Can I take Egil?"

"Of course, but hurry."

She ran out the door yelling. "Come on Egil. We have Thane Business." They ran toward the gate shrieking.

They went over to the table and sat. Ragnar came over and Ragnthor picked him up and put him on his knee. He smiled as he held his son. "So how have you both been?"

Olfina seemed to age 10 years as she sagged. "It's hard, our families hold so much sway that even now people are wary of being seen around us for fear of one side or another. You and Lydia, Carlotta, Adrianna and Ulfberth, and Ralof and Brasella are the only ones who don't play the clan politics."

He was shocked. "Still?"

She nodded. "And it will remain such until the elders die."

Jon gave half a laugh. "Come now dear, it's not that bad."

Olfina whirled on him. "Oh it's not? Then why did you take the money without complaint? Is it because you know as I do that we barely get by and the little one is going to put us under?"

Lydia held her hands out across the table. "Olfina! You're not…" Olfina gave a weak smile and grabbed her hands.

Ragnthor put Ragnar down. "Jon, get a calendar."

As Jon left Lydia look at him, a question in her eyes. He nodded as Jon came back and spread the calendar, confused.

"Alright, it's the middle of Morning Star now. Now I have 4 fields I need planted this year else they go fallow. Ralof has a farm of his own and can't baby mine any longer. I need 2 fields to grow a grain mix for the horses, paying for it with the herd growing is going to eat me alive one day, the other 2 are yours to plant as you see fit." He pulled a piece of paper and made a rough sketch of the farm. "The lane makes dividing easy. I'll take the 2 nearer the horse pasture. The soil is rockier so it's better for grains. The other 2 have rich dark soil. Will give you a good crop whether you decide to sell or not. And you know as well as I do that that if you plant anything before the middle of Rain's Hand it could freeze and kill it. We should be done with our quest by then, if not sooner, and will help plant."

Olfina gasped as Jon raised his hands. "Ragnthor, the money is more than enough."

Ragnthor smiled. "I'm not done yet. I'm also giving you the choice of 4 horses, mares. I'll let them run with mine and you can keep the foals or sell them."

They were shocked. Olfina spoke first. "How can you afford to do this?"

"That 10,000 was just my share of taxes. I don't need it. I have a decent farm here and as a wedding present I bought another down in Cyrodiil. It's got 4 times the horses and 10 times the land. And cattle as well. That alone makes more money than your parents have made the last 10 years, combined. And the couple who manage it have increased the money every year."

"By the Gods Ragnthor, we're just watching 2 kids."

"Well I'm also going to ask you to watch the place this summer. I'm taking Lydia and Lucia to Cyrodiil. I haven't seen the place in almost 3 years. And as I said, Ralof is too busy taking care of his place."

Olfina shook her head. "It's too much."

Ragnthor shook his head. "Jon, you and Lydia were my only 2 friends in this town. And your parents are being base bastards about this. I won't see you chase out of town because everyone is too scared to stand up to them. I don't care what they think about me and if they try and buck me for this they will regret it. And what's the point of having money if I can't help people I care about."

"We are in your debt."

"No Jon, and don't even think that way. You are doing me large favors. And this is how I can pay you back. By allowing you to stay here and giving you the ability to leave."

Suddenly the door opened and Lucia came in, pulled by the little ones, filling the air with screams that made Ragnthor smile as only a man gone too often can. "Now what did you make for dinner, Olfina?"

She flushed slightly. "Just a simple meat and vegetable stew, think and hearty."

A happy sigh from Lucia made her flush more. "Stew. I'd love some stew. Ragnthor has had me on trail rations for almost a year."

"Surely you eat better than that?"

Lydia shook her head. "The first 5 days I served as his Housecarl, we ate porridge. Since we have been married I have called a ban on it. He has been struggling to find something else."

Ragnthor snorted as they all laughed. "I make a damn fine venison steak and an alright stew." Olfina put some in front of him and he tried it. "Never mind. This might be better than Lydia's." She put some in front of Lucia and he pulled it away. She glared at him as he smiled. "I think you need to say something Lucia."

She sighed. "I'm sorry, Jon."

"Be specific Lucia."

"I'm sorry for starting a fight in the tavern that you had to break up. And for breaking the table. And the chair."

Ragnthor looked at her, mildly surprised. "A table and a chair? How are you going to pay for that?"

She dropped a bag of gold on the table. "I've learned a few things from you."

He slid the bowl to Lydia. "Then you know you can't eat until you pay." She huffed and stormed out the door as they laughed.

After dinner they walked up to the keep to get Serana. She was just leaving when they got there. She hadn't put on her hood and Lydia snarled and drew her sword. "That's a vampire!"

"I know."

"Why haven't you drawn your sword?"

"She's a friend."

She lowered her sword, shocked. Lucia spoke before she could. "It's true, Lydia. She's helping us."

"Her father is the cause of this. She is helping us stop him."

She pulled her hood on and nodded. "And you must be Lydia. Ragnthor has told me much about you."

She gave her a guarded look. "Like what?"

"That you care for him as much as he cares for you. That you worry for him and sometimes it drives you from him. That sometimes you both struggle to tell each other how you feel. That you would create lakes of blood it he was stolen from you." She took a sniff. "And you have almost as much anger as him, just much better control."

Lydia glared at Ragnthor and he raised his hands. "She can smell things. Apparently the smell of the blood changes depending on feelings. Which means love has a smell."

Her face twisted. "Really?" He nodded and kissed her.

Serana coughed. "And it's becoming over powering. Any more of this and I might fall in love myself."

Ragnthor laughed. "Quiet you damned blood sucker."

"Fine, mighty thane. Where are we going next?"

"Ruunvald. There is a man there who we might need to end this madness."

Author's Note: Look, another one! Faster than you were expecting because my update schedule...isn't much a schedule. But I was able to pretty much just write once I got started on it. Much easier than the last couple. I think it is the word for word dialogue that I have been doing is killing me. The last chapter went faster once I stopped copying and put it in my own words. And I was kind of looking forward to this "Home" chapter. No story, just interactions. Also, Jon and Olfina got just a little dark than I was planning on. Would their families disowned them, I say yes. Did they have to be next to broke, not really. And a child that would put them under, no. But I like dark scifi so I guess my fantasy gets a little dark too. Also, another Conan reference. Because I also really like Conan. The Savage Sword comics and the original stories are some of my favorite stuff to read. But, as always, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Also, I finally found that Dragon Age story. It's called Misdirection and its by Deadly Off Topic. If you want to try reading what I read. Just a warning, it's dead. As in not touched in 2 years. But I like it.