Farkas groaned as someone kicked his bed, rolling over he found Aela looking down at him. "Get up, Kodlak has a task for you." Farkas grumbled but rolled out of bed.
A hour later he was trudging across Skyrim to Dustman's Cairn, he had offered to travel with the two fresh meats he was supposed to be guiding on the test, but they simply dismissed this and left on their own. He finally arrived to find the pair already waiting for him, the Argonian was carefully running a file over his claws while the Drummer was siting on the rocks outside the tomb beside the Argonian sharpening a strange rune etched dagger.
"You two got here fast." Farkas remarked with grudging admiration, Han' Lee shrugged. "Easy to travel swiftly when one does not carry their weight in dragging plate."
"So Aela keeps telling me, come on." Farkas said not rising to the bait, Aela had warned him that the pair had tongues as sharp as their blades.
"All this way for a broken chunk of sword, not even a god forge one at that." Han' Lee grumbled, sticking his file away and shouldering his pack.
"Beats traveling cross the border." Steel replied, Farkas sighed and lead the way into the tomb.
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Steel and Han' lee led the way through the tomb, slaying the draug before they had a chance to rise. Farkas seemed to be glaring at them in suspicion for some time now, they reached a room that seemed like it was like the rest of the tomb, untouched for years. However, to a pair of assassins trained in killing without leaving a trace, this room showed signs of being used in recent days. Farkas told them to split up and look around for signs of the shard, Steel noticed something off about a lever nearby, a quick look told him that it moved two things but he could not tell which.
Steel pulled the lever and two thing happened at once, a gate at the other side of the room slid open and a gate slammed down blocking his route out of the alcove. Farkas spun and sighed at the sight before him, but Han' Lee tensed like a bow sting drawn, his gaze was zeroed in on the gate that had just opened up. As Farkas told him to stay calm, a group rushed in weapons drawn from the gate that had opened. Steel knew the marking on the armor of the group, the silver hands, werewolf hunters.
"Ha told you the trap would catch one." One of the younger members crowed, the group only had about twelve members present.
"Which one is he?" "Who cares he is wearing that armor so he dies, this will make for a great story!" a pair bantered, Farkas growled in a deep bestial manner that made Steel's hair stand on end. "Shame none of you will be alive to tell it."
The hands charge the man as he suddenly shifted into a large werewolf, Steel was shocked as Farkas tossed two of the hands across the room. The remaining members spread out in a large circle to close in on Farkas and Han' Lee, these ten were clearly much more skilled and prepared to fight a werewolf and a single Argonian. However, Han' Lee suddenly snarled with a voice that was even deeper than what Farkas had done. Steel watched in amazement as the spell lined armor of the Shadowscale melted into his flesh, as it swelled to massive size. The Argonian was a Were-Croc a rare breed of Were and know for being one of the most brutal and savage breeds.
"What in the nine is that!?" A younger member of the hands yelled, only to scream and have it cut short as the massive bipedal Croc bit his head off with callous ease.
When the head hit the floor Steel fainted, before he fully passed out he dimly heard the terrified screams of men dying.
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Han' Lee spat out the last silver hand's head, with a sigh he let the shift take him. It was always a strange feeling, the bones snapping and cracking as they slide back into their proper places. In seconds the room was silent again, Farkas was looking at him with his sword drawn and pointed at him, Han' Lee scoffed. Ignoring the werewolf he worked on freeing and waking up Steel, who had fainted, a fairly common reaction to seeing a Were-Croc bite a man's head off.
"What in the nine's name are you!?" Farkas demanded as Steel slowly groaned his way back to aware.
"Were-Croc from the blackmarsh, guess your branch silver's have never seen my kind. Well few do and live to tell about it, we are not weak to silver like your breed." Han' Lee calmly explained, Farkas scowled but sheathed his sword and they moved on.