The speaker of the Anvil sanctuary, Ri'Badaat, read through the letter the Slayer girl had brought to him.
There was a high elf recommended to him by the Listener himself. This woman, Arquen, was shown as someone so advanced, so incredibly talented that he had no choice but to accept. In fact, he would even send a letter back to the Listener to thank him for such a recommendation.
If only he could find his quill...
...
The minute the Black Horse courier woman saw Arquen standing outside of the abandoned shack in Cheydinhal she was stiff with fear.
What if she was killed after delivering the message? Perhaps this elf woman would think that she had read the note, and would cut out her tongue or burn her ear off or...
She handed the note to the woman with shaking hands.
Arquen smiled in thanks and took the note from the small courier. She saw the name on the front, it was for Aerius, and was still about to open it when she noticed that the Breton was still standing there.
"Off with you," she murmured and the woman spared no time in getting away from her.
She cracked open the seal and skimmed through the note; her eyes narrowed and she stormed around to the other side of the house to the well entrance.
At the bottom of the ladder stood Aerius, about to leave, no doubt. "What is this?" she fumed, waving the letter about. "Why am I being reassigned?"
He looked confused, taking the note from her and looking at the name above the broken seal. "Do not read letters addressed to me."
Arquen rolled her eyes with a huff. "You're sending me to Anvil, Aerius?"
"I did no such thing," he sounded offended. "Now move out of my way. The sun is about to set, and I haven't eaten yet."
Begrudgingly she moved, and he was up the ladder in seconds. She didn't
understand... If Aerius hadn't sent the note, then who...?
"Domitius," she ground out through clenched teeth. Sooner or later she was going to get that boy.
...
I was in the middle of a good book when Arquen stomped in, clenching her fists in rage. "You're trying to get rid of me."
"Hello, Arquen, I'm doing well, thank you for asking," I said, folding in the corner of the page. "Now what's this about getting rid of you?"
"You sent a letter to the Speaker of the Anvil Sanctuary," she hissed, though it wasn't as impressive as Aerius', especially when it was directed at her.
I shrugged, let out an indifferent "hmmph," and went back to my book. She growled, frustrated, and dropped her head into her hand.
"Arquen, you seem a little upset. Maybe you should take a nap," I teased, just to see her reaction.
She narrrowed her eyes. "This isn't over, Domitius," she warned before stalking away.
I waited I few seconds after the door shut, then let the laughter take me. Of course it wasn't over.
It wasn't over until I said so.
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A/N: I apologize for the shortness, but it was just an update for the rest of Cyrodiil at the moment.