Quietly conversing Romiskeld's experience in helping to birth his only son, he and Aderyn sat off to one side of the Count's Arms Inn, table arrangements specially provided by Wilbur – innkeeper, wine merchant, and furthermore manager of the establishment in the western sector of town. It is said that there are few others in Cyrodiil who know more about wine than he, those few entrepreneurs residing in Skingrad – wine capital of the land. Even so, Wilbur's knowledge surpasses that of any other in the many varieties of wine.
"Is there anything I can get you two gentlemen?" Wilbur took pride in the quality of his establishment. People would constantly compliment on his services – the way he treated his customers always generated a sense of being taken care of, intensifying their disposition towards him and overall bringing about their want to return.
"No thanks, Wilbur. We're fine." Aderyn smiled at the Redguard, appreciative of Anvil's incomparable merchants who strived for excellence in their stores. Long had Wilbur owned the Count's Arms, and long had he served every race – exceptionally more when they tipped well, as had Aderyn every time he dined at the inn. Most proprietors seemed rushed to get into your coin purse and then get you out so more customers could come in. Anvil seemed an exception to Aderyn – thankful his family decided to settle within the region of, in his opinion, the city containing the highest decorum in all of Cyrodiil.
Continuing their discussion, Romiskeld explained the birth, every event that happened – even the nauseating feeling he received when witnessing the masses of blood and goop spilling out of his wife whilst she, the one in pain, remained levelheaded. Aderyn chuckled, picturing Romiskeld growing green with queasiness while Vigdis and Dumania walked him through the processes of breathing in and out to control his sickness. And for over an hour they talked about this when finally they came to the discussion of Aderyn's home at Gweden Farm.
Remembering the events of last night brought up the unexpected anger Aderyn had felt – knowing the whole while his murderous intent a contradictor to his teachings. Audibly cursing himself for the weakness in mind, Romiskeld inquired about the events. And after a lengthy discussion of the women's provocative wiles he relayed to Romiskeld that their secret "hideout", or whatever they called it, was holed up in Gweden Farm – intruded and polluted.
"I'm to meet them there tonight at eleven." Romiskeld sat in silence, pondering what course of action should be taken to be rid the "Deceptive Sirens" he so named them. While the humane thing to do would be to simply call the guardsmen and have them arrested for their criminal act, an unexpected anger washed over Romiskeld – he too wished bloodshed could be brought to right the overly perverted wrong. Yet, as Aderyn displayed to him the importance of remaining calm, the teachings of the Nine would blatantly refuse such a hasty decision and right out curse them in being so cruel.
"Then what do you expect we do?" Romiskeld awaited his response, well thought out and planned to perfection as always Aderyn had something stored in mind.
"Well, I've been thinking about a way to trap them in revealing their true intentions. I doubt women of their nature would simply want a "night of fun", as they so strongly stated, without receiving something in return. But I can't seem to place my finger on what it is." For several minutes they sat in silence, trying to come up with something to give them an edge over the deceptive women.
Thank the Nines for eavesdroppers. A Redguard female, plainly stating she "overheard their discussion", knew of the problem they faced and its complications. Apparently, her husband Gogan somehow became entangled in this predicament as well. Though, his foolishness cost them her father's wedding ring – a family heirloom passed down many generations to the eldest male in wedlock. She pleaded with them to prod Gogan in revealing the women's intentions, and so they agreed, thanking the Nines once again.
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Gogan, an arrogant man, eventually revealed, after many attempts nearly ending in bribery, the truth about the all-female gang of thieves holed up in Gweden Farm. After cursing his wife's flapping tongue, Gogan told Aderyn and Romiskeld they came to him, provoking him into joining them for one evening. "I'm only human" he stated.
Disgusted with the seemingly unremorseful weakness, especially in being married, Aderyn chided him into staying true to his wife from now on. Still, he understood the emotions flowing through the man, having witnessed them firsthand the night before.
"Now, there are three of them" Gogan explained, the situation within more dangerous than Aderyn anticipated. "An Imperial, a Nord, and a Khajiit." Aderyn hadn't known of the Khajiit, thinking perhaps she might be there to unleash a trap upon every hapless man beguiled by the other two women. Gogan described what they had done to him, duping him into removing his sword and clothing, only to be ambushed by the three. Having to walk back home with only the undergarments covering his backside, thankfully concealing his genitalia, obviously sent his wife into a flurry of anger when he returned.
Again, Aderyn rebuked him for the foolishness displayed. "Will you stop with the criticism already? Look, I messed up." Gogan put his hands to his head and began to weep, finally showing the regret behind his words. "Please, I'm begging you. Just help me rectify this wrong and get the ring back, won't you?" Despite not feeling one ounce of pity for the man, the two men agreed and would confront the preying sirens come this evening.
Still, a plan must be formed in case the women started off with violence. Romiskeld interjected, having received a divine plan to safely secure the women without displayed acts of malice on either part. Remembering Aderyn's unique training back in Summerset Isles, he would use the magician's abilities to their advantage.
