Hello again! I had the this part done for a while but I could never upload it because my laptop was being evil. But the internet started working again so I am quickly uploading this before it explodes in my face again.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Name: Nathan Griffith
I took a carriage from Riften and arrived in Dawnstar a few days later. It almost reminded me of Winterhold. It was freezing cold and snow was falling softly to the ground.
Ever since I found my parents dead on the ceiling I never went back to Winterhold. I didn't have the time to pop in and say hello. I wasn't in the mood anyway.
I began walking down the road. A guard eyed me suspiciously as I walked past her so I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. Almost right away I arrived in front of a large building with a sign in front of the door.
"Windpeak Inn." It said. I guess I was in the right place. My heart started doing back flips as I pushed open the door.
Everyone looked at me.
All except for one.
A shadowy figure was sitting at a table in the corner of the tavern. A mug of Nord mead sat in front of them. That person was the only one not looking at me.
Then almost as if someone flipped a switch the conversations and laughing started again. It was almost as if I had never entered. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that the shadowy figure was important. So I did what any other sensible person would do.
I walked over to that table.
The chair across from the person was empty so I sat in it. I couldn't see their face for the shadows in the inn were covering it.
"My name is Nathan Griffith," I said to the person.
They didn't look at me. "Your point?"
"A Khajiit sent me here because I am looking for someone," I continued.
"You think I give a damn?"
"I heard from a Khajiit that you obtain interesting items. I was wondering if I could take a look at them."
That seemed to grab their attention. The person actually looked at me. "What are you interested in?"
"What do you have?"
"Son, I have everything you could imagine." The person leaned forward and that's when I saw their face.
It was a female Khajiit. Her fur was dark brown with black stripes. Her eyes were a light brown and a scar ran through her right eye. I couldn't see her ears for a hood was covering her head but I could tell what armor she was wearing. Except for the headpiece it was all ebony. Two swords hung from her waist. They were both glass and radiating with some kind of energy. I bet all my septims right then and there that they were enchanted.
"What is the strongest poison that you have?" I asked her.
The Khajiit chuckled, "You don't seem like the type of person that would buy poison."
I shrugged, "I surprise a lot of people."
That made her smile even more. "The strongest I have will make a giant drop dead in less than five seconds."
"How much?"
"800 septims."
I whistled, "Holy crap, that's a lot."
"It's the best poison I have." She said.
I frowned but grabbed my coin purse and fished out 800 septims. She took my money and then reached into her bag. After a few seconds she pulled out a five inch bottle of deep red liquid.
I peered at it. "It looks like wine."
"It's supposed to look like wine," she replied. "Many years ago this used to be the poison of choice for assassins. They would sneak into their victim's home, dump it into the wine and wait for the magic to happen."
She handed me the bottle and I put it into my knapsack. "Thanks."
The Khajiit leaned back in her seat. "No, thank you. I've been carrying that for a while now." She smiled again, showing her sharp teeth. "Your name's Nathan, huh? Well mine is Crowstreak. Nice to meet you."
I shook the hand that was offered to me. "Crowstreak? That doesn't sound like a Khajiit name."
"That's because it isn't." Crowstreak clapped her hands together. "Now, let's get down to business. Why did Ahkari send you here?"
Surprise lit my face. "How did you know that Ahkari sent me?"
Crowstreak smirked. "Give me some credit, Nathan. I can tell that you are a pretty powerful mage. Mages, especially powerful ones, don't like to use poison. It's more of an assassin's weapon."
I sighed. "Yeah, you got me. I only bought the poison because Ahkari said if I buy something expensive from you that you will probably like me."
"Ahkari said that?" Crowstreak laughed, "Don't worry Nathan. I like you, and not because you bought poison off of me." Her expression then turned serious. "So tell me. What do you need?"
"My parents were murdered last year. I want to find the person who did it."
The Khajiit raised an eyebrow. "Define 'murdered'."
"Someone stuck them to the ceiling with knives."
Her eyes widened and she whistled. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
Crowstreak eyed me carefully. "Nathan, you seem like a good kid. I don't think you should do anything you will regret."
My frustration started to rise. "I need to do this! They were good people and someone killed them! They didn't deserve to die!"
The Khajiit was silent.
"Crowstreak?"
She let out a long sigh. "I think I'm the one that's going to regret this," she mumbled and then looked at me. "You are trying to make contact with the person called 'Slayer', aren't you?"
I nodded.
"Well I know where she is." Crowstreak stood up from the table and began walking out of the tavern. "Come on. We have a long journey ahead of us."
Please give me some feedback! It helps me a ton!
