A/N- Well, here's the next chapter, people! Hope you enjoy it, and look foward to seeing what peoples responses are to what Rayne and Teldryn had discovered! Also, don't forget to read the Fury of a Wolf and Temper of a Dragon series by Listenerrayne. She is a great writer, and you should check out her stories.

In the journal were all the locations Rayne and Teldryn had been to ever since Thrynn's death, and a small note at the bottom. It read-

Spirit of Boethiah,

I realize that you are on the hunt for a specific person known as Rayne Dragonheart. Bring her to me alive, no questions, and I promise you that you will be paid in full when you arrive. You will not be harmed. If you do not comply within a three day time period, you will be hunted down.

Sincerely,

Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak

Rayne stood in shock, and turned to look at the body that lay on the ground next to her. Then she saw it. The emblem on the chestplate of the bandit chief. She recognized his face, as well. The battle... She thought to herself. She looked over to Teldryn. "Do you think that..." Teldryn nodded in agreement. They searched the place some more, and eventually found a chest full of information on the clans members, the debt they were in for not eliminating Rayne, and much more. "It's no wonder they're holed up in here. Look at their loss of gold," Rayne said, observing the papers. Teldryn agreed, then stopped what he was doing when he found a map, which displayed the few remaining locations of the Sprit of Boethiah. "Rayne, look at this," Teldryn said, followed by Rayne making way to him.

Rayne looke at the map, and realized something. "So, we've just eliminated the head of the Spirit of Boethiah? And these camps are the remains of the clan?" Rayne pointed to the three marked spots on the map. Teldryn nodded, and scratched out the circle that marked the Silent Moons camp with a quill and ink that sat nearby. The two then took all the journals, maps, et cetera, and put them all in a large deer skin pack nearby, taking it back to Riverwood.

When Rayne and Teldryn reached the secret room in the Sleeping Giant Inn, they emptied the sack onto the table. The journals and maps fell onto the table in the center of the room, and Teldryn made space for the most important map, which he unfolded, layed out on the table, and pointed at Windhelm. "The Jarl wrote a letter to the Spirit of Boethiah, askig for you. You hunted down their leader already, so if you return and tell him of what you've done, he may accept it as a buy-out of prison, and we could use his men-" Rayne cut off Teldryn. "I sided with the Imperials, so if you think that-" Teldryn put his hand up, cutting Rayne off.

"Look, they're all we have, and they have lot's of weapons, supplies, and that is a better place to set up position for planning." When Teldryn finished talking, Rayne immediately began speaking. "But, I thought we agreed to stay here for planning?" She was not for this idea at all. Teldryn sighed, and looked up at Rayne. "I know that, but if the Jarl is willing to help us, then we have a chance of eliminating the Spiit of Boethiah, for good."

Rayne agreed to go along with the plan. She and Teldryn packed their things, and left the Sleeping Giant Inn, heading for the cairrage from their escape, and taking it to Windhelm. The ride would take w while, but Rayne didn't mind. The longer to get there, the better. After all, she did hate the Stormcloaks.

The gates at Windealm were taller than Rayne had remembered. She and Teldryn walked towards them, and were stopped by guards. Rayne had her hood on, so the guards wouldn't recognize her right away. But, sure enough... "Ma'am, I need you to take off your hood." Rayne didn't complay, just kept her eyes on the ground. "Ma'am, take off your hood." this time, he pulled out his sword. Rayne still didn't comply. "Ma'am, this is your las-" The guard was cut off by one of the guards who ran up to him. "Sir, there's been a murder in the city. You're needed immediately." The guard who informed the Stormcloak soldier re-entered the city, and the guard at the gate. put his sword away. "Go right in, you two. You're lucky, this time." Teldryn nodded ot the guard, walking into the city with Rayne.

Rayne and Teldryn passed two nords who were pestering a dark elf, a man who was rambling on about the Butcher, and the cook at the Candlehearth hall. Rayne and Teldryn wasted no time getting to the Palace of the Kings. At the doors, Rayne exhaled, relieving stress, before she entered the structure.

Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak watched his two visitors curiously, and waited for them to approach before speaking. "Who are you?" He said, and Rayne hesitated before revealing herself. He glared at her, his voice calm. "So our murderer returns. Tell me, where is the Spirit of Boethiah?" He asked. Rayne hesitated before speaking. "Dead... Well, their leader, at least. But, that's not why we're here." Ulfric eyed her up and down. "So, why are you here?" He asked. Rayne was about to speak, but Teldryn took her place.

"We need your help with eliminating the Spirit of Boethiah. Before we came here, we were assaulted on Solstheim by them, and had took place in a battle. We lost one of our closest comerades during the battle. This woman here," He motioned to Rayne, "was assaulted in your city by three of the members of the Dark Brotherhood and Spirit of Boethiah. That is why she killed them, and the reason you took her in. Now, we only ask that you help us with taking out the remnants of the clan. We've plundered two of their camps, and one of them gave us a large amount of information... It was that camp, or mine, I should say, where we eliminated the leader of the clan, and found this." Teldryn handed the bag of journals and maps to the Jarls housecarl. "Everything in there contains information about the clan."

The housecarl looked through the contents, and looked up to the Jarl. "Everything seems to check out." He said. Ulfric thought about this for a moment, finally coming to an answer. "Fine. We will help you. But if at some point during this little escapade we feel that you're lying, or exploit any plots to betray us, you will be killed. Is that understood?" Teldryn and Rayne nodded, and the Jarl got up from his throne. "Good. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying. And hurry up, we'll be dining, soon."

Next to the Jarls quarters was a single room, with two beds, a few dressers, two tables, and a chest in the corner of the room. Rayne and Teldryn got settled, unpacking their things, and heading down to the Palace of the Kings main hall, where they would eat that night.

Rayne sat across from Teldryn, who sat next to the housecarl. Next to Rayne was Galmar Stone-Fist, and Ysrald Thrice-Pierced. Rayne looked at her plate, and her stomach growled at the food on her plate. Venison, potatoes, venison stew on the side, a loaf of bread each, and a large tankard of mead. It was the same for Ysrald and Galmar. Jarl Ulfric spoke.

"Thank you, Talos Stormcrown, Ysmir, Dragon of the North, for bringing us this fine meal, and allowing our soldiers to live another day, to fight another day, alongside their brothers and sisters who would die for them. Thank you, Akatosh, for bestowing upon Talos Stormcrown the blood of the Dragon. We will cherish this gift for all eternity. Thank you."

When he finished, everyone made a battlecry, except for Teldryn and Rayne, and then they dug into their food. Rayne looked around, then Ysrald nudged her with his elbow. "You'd better eat, lass. That's the finest food that you're gonna dine on in all of Tamriel." He laughed, and kept eating. Rayne nodded to him, smiled, and picked up her foek. She punctured the venison, pulled a piece off with her fork, and bit into it. She immediately dropped her fork and dug in, tearing up her vinison, taking pieces of bread, some potatoe, and chugging mead. When she swallowed, she noticed that everyone was looking at her. "What? I can eat like a man, too." She said with a smile. Everyone laughed, and continued eating. When they finished eating, everyone drank mugs of ale for a couple hours, singing songs such as "Ragnar the Red", and other popular songs at the inns. Rayne enjoyed herself that night, drinking ale with everyone in the Palace of the Kings, which was like, maybe seven or eight people. Even so, she still had a good time.

A/N-Well, everyone. I hope you liked this chapter, and please, review what your thoughts are on the story so far, or PM me. Thanks for keeping up!