"This occurred directly after the attack on Riverwood, and the three Dovahkiin separately discovered their dragon blood and ability to Shout. Rya would take several days to decide to visit Vlindrel Hall, and there she undertook her own destiny."
Rya walked up the steps, meekly wondering who Ra'ja worked for. Khajiit didn't usually work in the cities. And Vlindrel Hall's inhabitant was a mystery, as few knew his identity. She reached the top, and saw Ra'ja, now dressed in normal civilian clothing, waiting patiently for her.
"Ah, this one knew you would see things our way." He smiled as he saw her. Rya blushed slightly, and nodded.
"I want to do more than spend my time…well, doing THIS." Raya replied.
"Then this one believes that it is time to meet the one I work for. He is a very powerful, rich person. Especially rare, considering his heritage as a Daedra and an Argonian, two very especially dangerous things to be in this time, eh heh…" He turned, gesturing towards the golden Dwemer doors.
"He's a Daedra?" Raya exclaimed. "How could you assume-"
"Silence! He possesses Daedra blood, but he is one of the most honorable men I have EVER met! Do not speak ill of him!" He raged at me for a few moments, and still seething, opened the doors to Vlindrel Hall.
Raya had to admit, she was expecting something less…homely about the place, but it was fully decorated, with fresh food and fruit on the table, which had been recently set for dinner. Five bookshelves sat along the corridor, filled with several dozen books each. Raya noted the golden statue of Dibella sitting on a glass-covered pedestal; She also noticed the level of detail was uncanny: instead of a abstract design, it was fully detailed, with incredibly detailed breasts and she could just make out her lower body between the folds of the robes. Most would consider this tacky, considering the rather sexual nature of the statue, but it was a masterpiece otherwise. She also saw a weapons display case.
"So, my mysterious new boss has a taste for weapons" She thought quietly to herself as she examined it. What she saw shocked her beyond belief. A beautiful glass sword was contained behind the protective container, but instead of being bright green, it was sky blue, like frost on a winter morning. She also noticed that the edge of the sword was giving off frost, giving away the fact of it's extremely well enchanted nature.
"Don't touch that." She jumped as she heard Ra'ja reprimand her.
"That was a personal treasure of his mother's, so it holds much meaning to him."
"S-sorry." Rya breathed for a moment, and continued evaluating the living room. She noticed a helmet sitting on a small pedestal. After closer scrutinizing, she noticed that it was made of pure Ebony, with almost legendary detail. It pulsed with energy, showing its enchantment. She read a small inscription on the pedestal: "Helm of Sasha Velenwud: Champion of Cyrodiil". Rya stepped back, afraid to touch such a holy and perfect artifact. Other beautiful weapons and armor adorned the room, but one caught her eye. She stepped to the weapons case, and gazed into it; a single, perfect, and polished weapon awaited her gaze. She had never seen such a perfect blade before, so weathered yet so perfect. The inscription on the case read: "Here lies Ragnarock, so perfect, but not as perfect as its brother; forged from a blade taken from a Knight of Order. Shivering Isles, Oblivion"
Rya read it again. She had never heard of the Shivering Isles. But it read Oblivion. Was the Shivering Isles one of the provinces of Oblivion, where the Princes ruled with impunity? If so, how did he obtain this? Did he complete one of the infamous Daedric Quests that the Princes reveled in, sending mortals to do their dirty work? Sasha stepped away from the case, and turned her attention to the beautiful amulet displayed on a shelf. After several minutes of looking around, Ra'ja appeared.
"My master…is ready to see you." He spoke stiffly. He gestured to the door, which opened as he did.
"Room on the right." He again spoke, and closed the doors, locking them as Rya entered. She went for the room on the right, as he told her, and entered.
"So…I see you are Rya." She heard the familiar hissing voice of an Argonian. She stepped inside, entering a small office, and gazed upon the speaker. He was black-colored, with two long and weathered horns on the back of his head. She noticed that on the left side of his face he had three scars, hinting at great injury at some point. He wore sleek Nightingale armor, with further accented his obvious stealthy qualities. Two blades were hung on the wall behind him: a dark sword, with a blackened hilt and a bright silver blade, which pulsed with red energy. The other was a contrast, with a brightly glowing object in the hilt, which was almost like the sun. The blade glowed brightly, hinting at possible fire qualities. All in all, Rya could tell he was a warrior and an assassin after a short study of his appearance. He closed the journal he was writing in, and put the quill back in its place. He replaced the journal on the bookshelf behind him, which was full of similar volumes. She hesitated before replying.
"Y-yes, yes I am."
"Why, of course you are! Not many other people would come here, looking for work from ME!" He cheerfully spoke out, his jolly nature belying his deadly skills.
"But…but who are you?" I replied, confused. He looked surprised for a moment, and took on a serious tone.
"I am Blueyes San Arquier, the legendary Dragonborn, or Dovahkiin." He spoke, his seriousness far more befitting than his cheerful greeting. I stared at him for a few moments, and fainted.