After a satisfying lunch Morenwen headed to the blacksmith across the Drunken Huntsman. She needed to see if she could scrounge for anymore greatswords. Iron possibly as she should start saving her gold for other things. As she walked up to the lady in the blacksmith apron leaning on her building, the lady stood straighter.

"Adrianne Avenicci, got some good pieces out here if you're looking to buy. More inside."

"How many iron greatswords do you have left."

"Just a couple"

"How much."

"400 gold for the both of them, but it seems you already have enough on you. Why buy more?"

"The weight does not burden me and it compliments my fighting style."

"You fight with several iron greatswords at once?"

"Not quite."

Money was exchanged.

"Thank you, see me again if you need anything else or a blade sharpened."

Morenwen nodded and turned towards the Drunken Huntsman when the doors opened and Jenassa and a Redguard appeared.

"Morenwen, good timing. Amren here scrounged enough money to hire our services to recover his family sword." Jenassa gestured to Amren.

"Good day, we set out now. I'm anxious to recover my family heirloom from those bandits."

"My comrade and I will follow you," and with that the three headed out through the gates of Whiterun.

As they headed through the gates Gir, the gate guard waved them off. "Good luck out there, and good to see that you've found an employer!" Morenwen simply nodded in his direction and continued on with them.

"Alright, let me brief you on what's going. Amren said he tracked the group of bandits to Halted Stream Camp. That's only a couple hours journey from Whiterun. He wants the job done and be back before nightfall or else his wife will have his head. The main things about this job is to protect Amren and obtain his sword. We'll split the pay when we get back. I'll lead this time, but I still would like to see you fight. Understand?"

Morenwen nodded.

As they moved across the plains of the hold Amren would occasionally chat with the both of them, but failed to get much of a response out of Morenwen. She was absorbed in her own thought until they made it to the camp. Crouched low behind a hill they talked about their strategy.

"Okay, so should we pick them off from a distance, or go in loud?" asked Amren.

"It's always good to gain the upper hand through stealth. Morenwen, what is your input?"

"I can deal with all of them while both of you observe from here."

"…Are you sure? You seem capable, but-"

"You said you were eager to see how capable I am, yes?"

"Indeed sera, but we shouldn't do rash-"

"This is a fine opportunity then." Without another word Morenwen glided down the hillside without even a rustling of grass to be heard.

"Are you sure she can take them all on?"

"I am not certain, but we shall soon see."

"Maybe we should give her some covering fire."

"I don't know if-wait look."

Halfway down the hill the bandits were alerted to Morenwen's presence in the afternoon daylight. The one in the watchtower halted her.

"Oi, you better turn back!"

Morenwen grabbed a hilt from the bundle on her back and threw one of her iron greatswords at the bandit. It skewered through his jaw and out the back of his skull so forcefully that he was thrown a few feet in the air before gravity crushed his body into the ground below.

Jenassa, Amren, and the rest of the bandits couldn't believe what they just saw. It had to take inhuman strength to do something like that. No one breathed a moment, until another bandit cried in pain when Morenwen advanced upon him and broke his jaw with a jab. He stumbled onto the ground in a daze and couldn't think. He couldn't think even harder when he felt a pressure on temple. It got more intense, then nothing.

"You bastard!"

A male Khajiit leaped at her with claws ready to gouge her eye out. She simply extended her long arm and grabbed his throat. The cat clawed at her arm, but her gauntlets wouldn't allow any damage to be dealt. He felt his windpipe constrict and his vision fade with the lack of air. Suddenly it went slack, but he was still held up.

His female Wood Elf buddy actually got an arrow in her back. Even with a well-placed shot, the Bosmer looked terrified from where he was. He was suddenly propelled through the air towards her. She dodged and he hit the part of the mine shaft entrance hard, knocking him out cold.

The female was horrified, but quickly nocked another arrow on the slowly approaching warrior. She let it fly straight for her heart, but she easily sidestepped it, moving faster than the arrow could fly. "Fuck!" Another arrow flew, and hit nothing. The giant warrior was nearly within arms reach, ready to skewer her or crush her.

Oh gods, I don't want to die! "Please! I yield I yield!"

It stopped the advance. 'It worked?'

She didn't dare move, otherwise provoking her death. She saw a couple silhouettes from behind some hills come down. Maybe they can help?

"Over here! Please help!" Her plea fell on deaf ears.

"Outstanding display, Morenwen. Their chief must be deeper inside. Finish them and let us continue," said the approaching Dunmer.

Oh gods, they're working together. "Please we submit, don't kill us!"

"Why should we? Your lot stole my family sword!" yelled the Redguard.

"Please! It was the boss's idea. Not ours. We still have it! H-he tried to sell it, but no one would buy a simple iron sword. I-It was a terrible to steal it in the first place! It isn't worth anything."

"Are you implying the sword that fed my father's family and his father's family is garbage?How DARE YOU! That sword is priceless to me! I should let my friend here hang you."

"NO PLEASE! I'm sorry! Th-that's not what I meant. I don't want to d-die p-p-please," she started to sob on the ground next to the khajiit.

"Ugh, do what will with them you two, just make your decision soon before I lose my patience."

Morenwen looked at Jenassa questioningly. "Well?"

"Well, I don't think this lot had a bounty issued on them. They mostly poached the plains and did the occasional highway robbery. In most circumstances I'd end their pathetic lives with no regards, but I'll let you decide Morenwen."

Morenwen glanced down at the sobbing elf and the groaning cat. "Tie them up. I'll deal with them later. Let's focus on getting Amren's sword back."

"As you say, sera." Jenassa grabbed some leather strips from a nearby tanning rack and died their hands behind their back looped a rope around them, securing their arms to their torso. They were moved next to the entrance of the mines. The Bosmer seemed to quiet down, relieved that she hasn't been put down yet, while the Khajiit finally regain consciousness and glared at them with an intense stare.

"Anything we should be aware of before we head inside?" Jenassa asked the two bandits.

There was no answer. "I think my friend here is getting annoyed by the lack of an answer."

The Bosmer instantly piped up, "There's a guard at the first door. He's usually lounging around doing nothing. Deeper in is where we dress our poached kills. The boss is down there while the other two there work. You get a good view of them from above so that could be an advantage for you."

"This one is aware that they are currently trying to light more torches in the mines as it has poor lighting. Khajiit assumes that much oil will be around that could be easily flammable," added the Khajiit.

"Hmph, alright we'll take that into consideration. Morenwen, guard these two. Amren and I can handle the rest. If what the Khajiit says is true, then we'll use the cover of the dark to take them out."

"I shall await your return."

With that, Jenassa and Amren descended into the mines, leaving the two bandits alone with Morenwen.