A/N- Hey, everybody! I'm so pumped to have my new laptop. TOUCHSCREEN! So, I promised myself to type this chapter using the onscreen keyboard :) I hope you enjoy, and there will be less typos!
Forlyn exited the Temple, giving Rayne time to rest. He could not believe that Thrynn was dead. His own brother. But he did not weep for him as he should. In fact, he held a hint of happiness for him. "When I die," Thrynn said, many years ago, "I want it to be on the battle field, fighting side by side with my comerades. Then bury me in the grounds of the battlefield. I do not want a funeral. Just that people can respect that they knew me." Forlyn figured that he'd ask Rayne if he'd been buried on the battlefield, or not.
He went over to the Bee and Bard for a drink. Pushing open the door, he sat at one of the tables, watching as the bartender approached a man at the table next to him.
"Welcome to the Bee and Barb, milord. If I can interest you in any of our special drinks, you let me know." He asked, his reptilian voice flowing rather smoothly. From all the argonians Forlyn had met, they were all raspy throated.
"Aww, who let the slimy bastard serve drinks? I'd rather die at the hands of werewolves!" THe man got up, looking Talen-Jei right in the eye.
"SIr, I ask that you calm yourself and leave the premises." Talen-Jei asked
"Nah, don't think so," The man said, then hit Talen-Jei in the face. Forlyn got up from his table, grabbed the man by the shirt, and slammed him onto the mans table, scattering the table items everywhere.
""You leave him alone," Forlyn began, "or I swear, by Talos, I will rip out yoyr throat and feet it AND you to the dogs. Now leave." Clearly, Forlyn was twice the size of the man. He let the man go, and the man quickly left. Forlyn looked to Talen-Jei, and nodded, then sat back down at his table.
Talen-Jei approached the table. "That was very brave, you know."
"It's not a problem." Forlyn said, looking up at Talen-Jei.
"Do you need anything to drink?" Talen-Jei asked,
"I overheard you mention you sell 'special drinks'? What are they?" Forlyn, asked, tapping the table with his index finger.
"Well, for starters, we have the Velvet LeChance. Next, is the White-Gold Tower. And finally, for the best of dare-devils, is the Cliff Racer. Which one would you like?" Talen-Jei asked.
"Tell you what. I'll take a mug of each," Forlyn said, resting a coin purse on the table. Talen-Jei went to retrieve three tankards, setting them on Forlyn's table, and filled each one with a drink. The first tankard that Forlyn grabbed was the Velvet LeChance. It felt smooth running down his throat, iving him a sweet taste. He set the empty tankard down, then reached for the White-Gold Tower. It ran quite smooth, as well, but wasn't as sweet. He set the empty tankard down, reaching for the last one, the Cliff Racer. It burned his mouth and throat, but still held the smooth flow. He set down the empty tankard.
"Talen-Jei, my friend, you have quite the taste for drinks," Forlyn said, resting a hand on his shoulder whence getting up from the table. Talen-Jei nodded, handing the coin purse back to Forlyn.
"Here," Talen-Jei began, "keep your gold. Your payment was saving me from getting mt face bashed in." Forlyn nodded, accepting the gold, and walked toward the door. Before he left, Talen-Jei had a question for him.
"Milord," he began, "What's your name?"
"Forlyn," Forlyn said, "It's Forlyn." And with that, he left.
Talen-Jei picked up the tankards and walked over to Keerava, handing her the tankards. "Who was that fellow?" She asked.
"Forlyn, by the sound of it. Saw him come into town yesterday carrying a wounded girl in his arms. I do hope she makes it out okay." Talen-Jei, concluded the conversation with that, and walked away from the bar, continuing his duties.
Outside...
Forlyn closed the door to the Bee and Barb, looking around the market. He decided to walk around for a little while, collect his thoughts, and snag at a healing potion to sober him up. THose drinks were strong, and made him feel lke he was hungover. His best bet was Elgrim's Elixirs, where he could get a healing potion. He passed the blacksmith, walking over to the wooden stairs that lead to the lower level of town, just above the canal. He walked on the wooden dock that followed the curve of the stone wall next to him all the way to the alchemist, passing other home's here and there.
Forlyn opened the door that lead into the alchemist's shop. He walked up to the counter, where Hafjorg, Elgrim's wife, was keeping shop.
"Hello, traveller. Are you in need of a potion, or two?" She asked Forlyn. He walked up to the counter, and set a coin purse on the table.
"I, ah, need two health potions." FOrlyn said, watching as the woman brewed two health potions, and handed them to Forlyn. She accepted the bag of gold, Forlyn putting the two potions in the pouch on the side of his belted tunic. Then he left the alchemist's shop and headed for the Temple of Mara.
The Temple of Mara, resting rooms...
Rayne awoke to the sound of voices, one of them the priestess, and the other Forlyn. She sat, up, her wound hurting a little less, and straightened her back against the wall that the bed pushed up against. Forlyn entered the room, a health potion in each hand, and sat on the chair next to the bed. He handed her one of the potions, and they each uncorked theirs, downing it in one go. Forlyn took Rayne's empty bottle, and he set the two bottles next to each other on the wooden dresser next ot the bed.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, his breath now smelling better than it was after he drank.
"A little better. Spend most of my time in here, staring at the ceiling. you?" She asked.
"Not much. Walked around town." Forlyn said.
Rayne looked around the room for a second, then back to Forlyn.
"Rayne, can I ask you something?" Forlyn asked. Rayne nodded.
Forlyn hesitated before asking. "Did you, bury Thrynn on the battlefield?"
Rayne looked Forlyn right in the eye. "Yes," She began, "we did. I was first told he wanted that when we first met... After we got to know each other." She looked up at the roof.
"How did you guys meet?" Forlyn asked.
"You're not gonna like this, Forlyn..." Rayne warned.
"It's fine, you can tell me." Forlyn said.
Rayne exhaled, prepping herself for the worst. "I was the Listener for the Dark Brotherhood, and my target was your brother. He saved my life when I was attacked by a bandit clan. He fixed my wounds, taught me skills, and then we were on the run."
Forlyn eyed Rayne, looked away, then looked back. "Funny how fate'll do that to you," He said, chuckling to himself. The priestess entered the room.
"I'm sorry, Forlyn, but it looks like your time is up. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Rayne needs to rest," The priestess said. Forlyn nodded, getting up, and exited the room.
"Your friend seems nice," The priestess said, calmly.
"I knew his brother," Rayne began, "Both if them I fought with in battle."
"Ahh," The priestess began, "comerades are the best type of friends."
"Were you ever in a battle, before?" Rayne asked.
"Actually, yes. I was with teh Stormcloaks, before they kicked me out for being a Dunmer. But I still have some comerades who respect me for who I am," The priestess said, "Then I came to this temple for acceptance, and the Lady Mara took me in. I've been ever so grateful."
Rayne simply nodded, looking aroung the room as the nurse continued to work on her injured arm.
A/N- So, how'd you like it? I didn't include much action in this chapter. It was the moment where you're out of the frying pan, and just before you enter the fire :) Review, and keep reading!