Yew was shuffled to a large manor. It was intimidating, and basically exactly what one would expect a family of dubious morality named the Blackbriars to have as their home. He was hauled in front of a woman, maybe in her forties or fifties, eating lunch.
"I see you've found the druid." The woman said.
"How did you guess?" Yew said.
"The robes gave it away, as did the fact that your a Breton." The woman said.
"I presume your Lady Blackbriar?" Yew said.
"Yes. And from now on I expect you to speak more respectfully to your betters. Melruek, please show him the proper posture to take when conversing with a lady." Lady Blackbriar said. The orc preceded to shove Yew to his knees.
"There. That's better. Now then, to business. What are you doing in my city." Lady Blackbriar.
"I wasn't aware this was your city. I expect the Law Giver and Ulfric would have a word about that." Yew said.
"The lawgiver can barely commit to dressing herself much less to the decisions necessary to run a city. Ulfric is a soldier, and whether he wears a crown or not that's all he'll ever be. The only one who truly wields power is me. Now tell me what are you doing here." Lady Blackbriar said.
"Enjoying the hospitality of your city." Yew said.
"Careful,druid. You will want to have a good realtionship to me, and lying doesn't do much to build trust between us." Lady Blackbriar said.
"I wasn't lying, though I confess that I might have left out the primary reason of my being here. Which I am quite sure you know already." Yew said.
"Let's pretend I don't." Lady Blackbriar said.
"Well, I've come here to apprehend a few criminals for a bounty." Yew said.
"Something tells me your not primarily in it for justice's sake." Lady Blackbriar said.
"I know they've done wrong and I think the world is better off with them in prison or dead. But I have bigger things to worry about. However, I need funds and experience under my belt. And this was a good opportunity. Besides I have a score to settle with them." Yew said.
"An individual grievance. Are those allowed to members of your Order?" Lady Blackbriar asked.
"There are vows and virtues, beliefs and doctrine, but humans are still humans. And when someone tries to kill you and your friends, you are going to want to settle accounts." Yew said.
"A renegade then?" Lady Blackbriar said.
"Not quite. My order has an understanding that it's members have their own agendas, as long as they don't contradict the faith or undermine it's mission..." Yew said.
"You're given a considerable leash then?" Lady Blackbriar said.
"One could put it that way." Yew said.
"Then perhaps we could help each other out." Lady Blackbriar said.
"Well, I'm certainly open to listening, and it appears I'm free today." Yew said.
Riften was not a city Uthgerd felt comfortable in. It was filled with pickpockets and thieves and everyone was hostile and paranoid. Whiterun was no utopia, but most of the time she didn't have to worry about thieves. Most people in the city were well fed, even in the lower-income quarters. And most people there were intimidated by her. Here though it seemed she still had to be actively on guard all the time. These people were experienced and desperate enough to steal from a woman that could probably crack their skulls with one punch from her gauntleted fist.
She had to chase off a lot of pickpockets and cutpurses who saw her as an easy mark. When she asked one she had caught why, he responded simply.
"You've got a big body. Usually means that your slow. And it means your used to people being scared of you, so you don't look out for the little things. Pickpockets love someone scary looking like you." Said the boy. He looked to be around 13 or 14 and he had a lean look. Uthgerd gave him some coins with a grumbled, "for bread."
If she kept giving coins to sickly looking pickpockets, then she would quickly run out of coins, so she didn't make a habit of it.
"This city is awful." Uthgerd muttered as she leaned against a building wall. She didn't know why she split up. She had nowhere to go really, but Uthgerd liked being on her own. At least she did back home in Whiterun. in this unfamiliar place, she felt stressed and miserable.
"Tell me about it." Said a woman's voice. Uthgerd looked up to find a strong warrior woman. She had blue facepaint over half of her face and a sword across her back. A man was by her side.
Uthgerd inhaled sharply...was this..?
"Are you Mjoll the Lioness?" Uthgerd asked.
"I see my reputation preceeds me. Who might you be?" Mjoll said.
"Uthgerd. They call me the Unbroken, and my companions and I have been looking for you." Uthgerd said.
"Well then, let's talk." Mjoll said.
Greta stopped in on the local Temple. Temples were always where she felt more comfortable. She understood how Yew loved wandering through a pristine wilderness or Uthgerds love of getting lost in a bustling city, but she herself preferred the cloisters of the faith. One could love humbly and simply here, helping out as much as they could.
"Welcome sister. I presume by those holy robes you wear, you are a priestess of Kynereath." Said a Redguard man, wearing the garb of a humble priest of Mara.
"Yes. I am. From the Temple at Whiterun." Greta said.
"You have traveled far. Sit please, have something to drink and eat. We'll spare as much hospitality as you need." The priest said.
"Thank you. My name is Greta. And I am more concerned about how I can help you." Greta said. The priest smiled.
"My name is Maramal. I wish I could say that we wanted for nothing. Unfortunately, we need as much help as we can get as well. I fear we are failing our community. The temple, the Jarl, all of those who are supposed to serve the community. But first, you must rest and enjoy Mara's grace." Maramal said. Greta nodded, sat at a pew and prayed.
It was a familiar and comforting process to her and she felt the warmth she always did when she reached for the Divines light. However, for a moment near the end of her prayers, she saw a flash in her minds eye. A flash of fire and an unsettling feeling of dread.
Sophia found herself in a brothel, which was familiar territory for her. She brushed her lips across the back of a Nord woman's neck.
"People kept telling me that Skyrim was a harsh, barren land. But I've found it has many beauties." Sophia said.
"A bit of a played outline to my ears, madame." The nord woman said bluntly.
"Thought whores were supposed to be more accommodating." Sophia said.
"Maybe in the fragile south of Cyrodill but Nords prefer a sharper tongue on their bedwarmers." The woman said.
Sophia turned her around and kissed her fiercely on the lips.
"Good. I prefer them that way too." Sophia said. Her hands massaging the woman's breasts.
"Think you...like them with large breasts too." The woman said, through her pleasure.
"Yes, I do like large tits. And I'm surrounded mostly by men and women with small breasts. It's lovely to have some diversity in life don't you agree?" Sophia said, taking off the nord woman's top and kissing her from her chest to her groin.
Her moans and shrieks were all the answer Sophia required.