Sorry about that long gap between the chapters, college has it's hands around my neck half the time and I've not much time for authoring (Is that even a word? Anyway, here's the next chapter.
Victius woke with a start. He had just had another nightmare, and he remembered it more clearly this time around.
He checked off the things that could hold any significance in the dream. "An amulet, made of gold with a huge red crystal in the center, being carried off by a rat from the cold, dead hands of an emperor..."
Victius shook his head.
"It's just a dream," he told himself. But no matter how much he denied it, he knew there was something big happening. Possibly with rewards, maybe it even leads up to his death...
He swallowed.
Vic turned his head to see a sound asleep Haldrenad (Who was hogging most of the blanket, which annoyed him.)
He gently shook him, but almost immediately awoke him.
"Wha...?" Haldrenad jumped up with a start, accidentally chucking himself out of the bed.
"By Mara's love, what do you think you're doing, Vic," Haldrenad shouted.
"Well, sorry about that, friend. I didn't think I'd scare you like that," Victius said, lying.
"I'm so very sure you are. Now, get out of bed, we've got many things to do today, including eating!" Haldrenad nearly skipped out the door.
"Hey, wait for me, you bloody elf!" Victius chased him out the door and down the stairs.
"Hey, would you two stop making so much noise?"
Both Victius and Haldrenad stopped and turned to a table to their right.
"Yes, you two."
The voice seemed to be coming from... Somebody under a hood. The person was rather large, but had a too high of a voice for someone of that size.
"Are you going to stare at me, or are you going to ask my name?"
Both men could at this point tell that this person was no man.
Victius spoke up.
"Well, madam, may we ask of your name?"
The stranger stood up, pulled back her hood, and revealed a beautiful woman, clearly of Nord lineage.
"The name's Nura, and you must be Victius, am I correct," She said, pointing a finger at him.
Vic, confused, just stared at her.
Haldrenad spoke up. "Well, since my dear friend is clearly incapable of responding to a simple question, I, my fine lady, am Haldrenad."
He extended his hand out to her, to which she responded pulling out a dagger from her cloak, threatened.
He pulled his hand back slowly. He has dealt with bandits before and knew not to draw a blade when so late to the party.
Victius, however, had other ideas. Pulling out a blade from his boot, he ran up to the wo-
He was flat on his back before he knew it, blade out of hand, with a knife held up to his throat.
"Do you truly think you could get away from the Frozen Order for so long," Nura inquired loudly.
By now, every man and woman were on their feet, reaching for a blade or already had one in their hand.
A slow clap came from the door, where a man, bald and unshaven, stood.
In a deep tone, he praised the assassin (Or perhaps bounty hunter?)
"Very, very well done, my dear Nura. That would be enough. Now, please, let our friend off the floor, so that he may come quietly."
Victius looked about for Haldrenad, hoping for help. He was nowhere to be found.
Then he looked about him with a face of desparation, praying to Stendarr that perhaps one of the patrons would get him out of his situation.
As if Stendarr or perhaps all the Divines heard his prayers, almost half of the patrons jumped onto the bulky Nura.
In the commotion, the strange man slipped away, out into the street.
As this was all happening, Victius was thinking.
This was most likely the worst morning I've ever had the displeasure of waking up to.
