CHAPTER TWO
The shops were closed by the time Greeta made it back to Riverwood. So she went to the Sleeping Giant Inn to rest until morning. As Greeta stepped into the inn, the heat from the central fireplace warmed her tired and chilled body. Only a few folks were still there. They looked up to see who had came in, then went back to their drinks and conversation. She ordered a meal from Orgnar and sat at a table close to the fire. Delphine brought her meal to the table.
"Delphine, do you have a room available?"
"Yes, of course." Delphine answered.
"Great, I'll take it. Oh, and can you have a bath brought in also?"
"For an extra ten gold I can."
Greeta handed her twenty gold for the room and bath, then five more for her meal. She ate her meal while the bath was being drawn. When Delphine informed her that her bath was ready, Greeta got up and retired to her room. She took off her armor and tossed it in one corner of the room. After she took off the tunic and breeches she wore under her armor, she shook them out and folded them on the dresser.
"Ah, now this feels good." Greeted cooed as she sank into the hot steamy water. She washed all the dirt, grime and dried blood from her body and hair, then she relaxed in the tub until the water was almost cold. After climbing out and drying off, she finger-combed her long dark hair. Putting it into a long braid, she climbed under the furs of the bed and quickly fell asleep.
Greeta woke to a rapping on the door. Quickly she dressed in her tunic and breeches. Opening the door, she saw Orgnar with a tray.
"I brought you some fruit and cheese for breakfast and a couple bottles of mead to wash it all down."
"Thank you Orgnar, how much do I owe you?"
"Don't worry about it, on the house." He smiled and left.
Finished with her breakfast, she donned on her armor and headed to the Riverwood Trader. Again the two siblings were arguing as she walked through the door.
"Am I interrupting something?" Greeta asked.
"Oh, you have returned." Lucan exclaimed. "Did you have any luck finding the claw?"
"You mean this?" Unfolding a package, she held up the claw.
"There it is!" Lucan declared. "Funny, it looks smaller than before."
Greeta laid the claw on the counter and Lucan pulled out a small bag.
"Here's four hundred gold, as promised." He said.
Greeta put the gold into her pouch and left. She stopped by the blacksmith to sharpen her sword, and tightened the string on her bow.
"Alvor, I picked up a couple of dwarven daggers during my trip, would you like to buy them?" She asked.
"Let me see what you got."
She gave him the daggers. Alvor took them, looked them over and appraised their value.
"Twenty gold a piece." He offered.
"Deal." Greeta agreed.
She pocketed the gold and made her way to Whiterun.