Author's Note: Hey, guys 'n' gals. Just to let you know, THIS IS PART 2 IN CHAPTER 4! I never finished the first one, and had to post it, so this is PART 2! And Wretching Netch is actually Retching Netch. Sorry about that :)
Teldryn had escorted Rayne back to Raven Rock after the death of Thrynn. She stayed in the Wretching Netch, drowning her sorrows in Sujamma. "On the house," Geldis would say, each time he handed her a tankard full of had been friends with Thrynn for some time, so when he heard the news, it hit him pretty hard.
After maybe ten tanlards of sujamma, Rayne headed to the room that Geldis let her use for the night. It was the same room that Thrynn and Teldryn had planned to go to Tel Methryn. Emotions rushed through her. She bit the side of her hand, and sat on the bed. She knew she would not get any sleep that night. Her secret had gotten out to both Thrynn and Teldryn. She made Teldryn promise on the way back to Raven Rock not to tell anyone, which he accepted.
Rayne lay on the bed, a candle lit next to her. Geldis was still out at the bar, just passing the time. A few other bar patrons just sat around, whistling to themselves, or just simply drinking. After some time, Rayne packed a few of her things, such as her bow, her dagger, some gold, and some food in a deer-skin pack that had been made by Thrynn for her. Then she left from the room and left Geldis a 50 gold tip and left the Wretching Netch.
She plucked the torch off the wall outside the Retching Netch and made her way to Gjalund's boat at the dock. He was sitting outside, with a sword at his side, carving a stick with his dagger. He looked up when he heard Rayne's footsteps hitting the boards. "Where is Thrynn?" He asked, not knowing what happened. A tear ran down Rayne's face, and the weight of the situation had settled on Gjalund. He welcomed her aboard, no charge, and they immediately set off for Skyrim. That's where Rayne felt she would find help.
At the docks of Windhelm...
Rayne got off the boat as quick as she could, passing by a few lone Argonians on the dock, guards keeping an eye on everyone. Rayne avoided eye contact with most people when she entered Windhelm through the back doors, and proceeded thriough the small city, taking the odd paths, only to be stopped by a small group of three dark elves. Rayne stopped in her tracks, and eyed the trio. It took her a few seconds, but she recognized the one in the center. The large scar that ran down the left side of his face... From her. Furan.
"Ah, look who it is... So nice to see you, Rayne..." Furan began. "I've been watching you ,closely," As he said this, the other two dark elves walked around Rayne, encircling her. She pulled out her dagger, and prepped a fireball spell in her left hand. She waited a few seconds as Furan continued to speak, then turned her upper body, charging her spell, and sent the fireball towards one of the dark elves, burning his skin and clothes. She focused her attention on the other dark elf, who was already charging her. She kicked him in the torso, and he fell back, recieving a knife in the throat from Rayne. Then she turned her attention to Furan.
"Oooh, fiesty, eh? That's just how I like 'em," He said, then charged in with a sword. Rayne ducked below his blow, punching him in the kidney. He grunted, them swung around, his sword cutting the air. Rayne dodged the wild swings, each time delivering a blow to Furan. After some time, he leaned over, holding up a hand. "Stop! Stop..." But Rayne didn't listen. She went up to Furan,, kicked him in the jaw, and wrapped her hands around his throat, choking him. He tried to throw her off, but her grip was iron, and she would not let go. She watched as the life exited his eyes, and she snapped his neck for good measure. She stood up, looked at the dead bodies around her, thinking about what she'd just done. She hadn't killed like that for some time. It gave her a rush. But she could not allow it. She walked away from the scene.
Behind her she could hear one of the citizens of Windhelm scream in agony as she saw the dead bodies. She called the guards. Rayne quickened her pace, keeping her eyes on the ground. The gates were within her reach. Just a few more feet... She thought. But as she reached the gates, she was stopped by a guard.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but you need to come with us." He said, gripping his sword. Well, fuck... She thought.