Chapter Seven

They reached Morthal via carriage, heading through town and up into the hills, finding the camp easily. Galmar eyed her armor, grinning. "Made yourself some better armor eh?" he asked. "I understand why you liked your old set, but fighting men is not like hunting beasts and leather may work for the few odd bandits, but not for people trained to fight. It suits you Snow-Hammer."

He explained the mission, Dar' listening carefully before they headed across the marsh towards the East Empire Trading Company, swimming the river and getting out onto the docks. "Why don't we head into Solitude," Inigo said. "Maybe we can find some people to help."

His companion chuckled, leading the way up the hill and into the city, heading into the apothecary and buying a few ingredients, the owner, Angeline Morrard, looking at her. "Tell me, have you been to Whiterun before?" She asked, her gaze hopeful. The female Khajiit blinked at her. "I have actually-might I ask the reason for your question?"

"My daughter, Fura-she was stationed there. Have you seen her?"

Dar' was suddenly glad of her white fur, feeling like it would have paled at the question otherwise. "No, sadly I have not. If you wish, however, I could speak with the Captain here."

"Oh would you? I've been so worried about her and Aldis won't tell me anything."

Inigo looked at her. "We'll go right now-he's passing the door." He said, the pair heading out. The white-furred feline went up to the man. "Captain Aldis?" she asked, watching him look at her. "I've come to ask on behalf of Angeline about her daughter-is there any news?"

"Generally such information is need-to-know." He said gruffly, eyeing her.

"I think, as her mother, she deserves to know. Would you want your parents not to know what happened to you if your commander wouldn't tell them?"

He sighed. "I've...been trying to find the time and place to let her know." He replied in a defeated voice. "And you're right. The skirmishes there have been violent. The Whiterun legate, he needed to know the Stormcloak positions. He sent out a party to scout the area. They happened upon a large force... I'm told none of them made it back. Private Morrard-Angeline's daughter-was in that scouting party. She needs to be told-would you tell her this for me?"

Dar' bowed her head. "I shall Captain." She turned and went inside with her companion, looking at Angeline sadly. "I...have news of your daughter," she said.

"You got Aldis to tell you something?"

"Angeline," she began, shaking her head and starting over. "Mrs. Morrard, I'm sorry...she's gone."

"I told her." The old woman said. "I told her the Imperial army would kill her. That this was a war of Jarls and Imperial Generals and we had no part in it. She just wouldn't hear it. I can't thank you-not for this, but you've done me a service."

The white-furred feline lowered her hood, going around the counter and gently enfolding the grief-stricken mother in a hug. "I am truly sorry Mrs. Morrard." She said softly, letting her sob against her chestplate. "May her spirit rest in Sovngarde."

Angeline looked at her, wiping her eyes with some cloth before stepping back. "Might I ask the names of those who were kind enough to do an old woman a favor?"

"I am Dar'Mora," came the reply. "And my companion here is Inigo." She took the packet of herbs she was going to purchase, paying for them before putting them in her pack, raising her hood once more as the woman gave a weak smile. "Then I thank you Dar'Mora and Inigo. You two take care all right? I...need some time."

The two Khajiit left the shop, looking at each other as they headed out of town. "That was...painful Inigo," Dar'Mora intoned as they headed towards Dragon Bridge. "I don't remember ever meeting Fura during the battle, but still..."

Inigo touched her shoulder gently. "I understand Dar'-you handled it well though."

She sighed, reaching the town and heading into the Four Shields Tavern, managing to persuade Faida to tell her where the courier was. They left afterwards, the female Khajiit shaking herself out of her mood. "While I feel for Angeline, that's not going to stop me." She said after they crossed the bridge, her companion realizing her fighting spirit had returned as they moved along, spotting the man. Dar' drew her bow, looking down the sight before letting her arrow fly, nailing him in the head. She went over, grabbing the documents and her arrow before they headed back towards camp. They took out a few more Imperial soldiers and a couple bandits along the way, reaching the camp and delivering the package, heading out with the forged ones and taking them to Morthal to the Legate there, barely managing to keep a look of distaste off her face. She grinned as he paid her 5 Septims, easily lifting his coin purse when he turned from her. Inigo chuckled as they headed for Galmar. "Nicely done." He said. "You certainly live up to your name."

The other Khajiit smirked, the pair reaching camp as she gave some coin to her comrades before walking into the old Nord's tent, getting sent to Fort Snowhawk.

(A.N.: Bit of a filler chapter here-next chapter will deal with the end of the Civil War, aftermath and the beginning of the Main Quest)