From here, I'm going to be more descriptive. If I'm not being descriptive of my chapters, I'm not giving my audience the full choice things to read, so I hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

I was waiting, desperately, for Nazir to wake up the next morning. I hadn't even realized we fell asleep the night before. I was pacing back and forth through the grass that stood up to my ankles and I held a shiny dagger in my hand at the ready. It was probably Orcish in origin, but to what extent did it really matter to me at the moment? I felt a cool breeze rustling against me, through my Shrouded Robes, and when I looked into the sky through the canopy of leaves, there were dark clouds rolling in.

Part of me was tempted to wake up the Redguard, but I wasn't sure how he'd react if I did. Would he understand that I was itching to get this assassination done as soon as possible? I wanted to prove that I knew what I was doing- but then, maybe I also just wanted to get this off of my mind so I could get to work on the Riften contract he said I'd be doing next.

There was no way I'd be able to get in through the front gates, so maybe I could find another door that would be unguarded? I could feel my fur standing at the base of my neck when I thought about getting caught. The shame for me was that it wasn't a situation where I could sneak in and blend in with the crowd. No, when you're a Khajiit in Tamriel, you're in the needle-in-the-haystack situation. Only difference is that the needle is the size of a bear. Yeah, and I was the bear-sized needle, obviously.

I felt unnerved, standing there. I felt as though we'd been in the one spot for too long. If that Delvin man was around anywhere, I'd like to keep moving. I found this strange as I possibly could, but even if I came face to face with the man, I didn't want to kill him. Granted, if I ever got caught in a sticky situation with him, I couldn't just stand there and take the blows he delivered. I could see it, though. If I ever came to a fight with him, probably because he would want my chain, I'd have to take some slashes from him, and maybe deliver a few slashes of my own, but nothing to kill the lad.

I picked up my dark-gray satchel and heaved it over my shoulder. "Psst," I hissed to Nazir, "Wake up," I walked over to him and nudged him with my foot. I'd attempt to wake him up, but if my subtle attempts wouldn't work, I'd just have to wait.

He shuffled in his sleep but he didn't get up. His eyes didn't open, his mouth didn't release any words.

I nudged him with my foot again. "Nazir," I whispered once more.

Nothing.

I didn't want to wake him up and get on his bad side right from the get-go. I'd have to deal with the man for the rest of my time in the Dark Brotherhood, so if he ended up mad at me for waking him up this once, who knew how long the anger would stay?

I started to worry. What if he slept for another hour or two? I was loosing precious and valuable time! If I didn't need somebody to watch over me, I could have went and been done with the situation.

I gave up on trying to wake the man, so I went back to leaning against a hard-bark tree. My eyes were darting nervously back and forth, waiting for something to pop out of nowhere.

Half an hour later, Nazir finally stirred and fluttered his eyes opened. He stretched out and hoisted himself up, his eyes falling right to me. "Well," he said, "somebody sure doesn't sleep long." He looked at the logs, charred from the night before's fire, "Flames go out in our sleep?"

I nodded slowly.

He returned the nod and I realized something; he wasn't as cranky when he woke up from sleeping. He didn't have an attitude or rude accent burning from his mouth with every word he spoke to me. It was new, but it didn't last for very long. Soon enough he was criticizing me.

"You walk strangely, you know that? I've never seen a Khajiit that sways so much when she walks. Are you sure you know how to sneak?"
How many Khajiits have you really even seen?

"You walk so fast. Why don't you relax and take your time."
Because. This isn't your kill so you're not eager to get it done. I want this done so I can get back to the Sanctuary.

Eventually I started walking off ahead, and soon, I found myself staring up at Markarth. There was a stable with a man outside, training a dog, it looked like.

"Are you ready for this?" Nazir crept up behind me and made me jump, but after his chuckling ceased, I shook my head.

"I'm as ready as I can hope to be," I mumbled to myself.

We started to walk to the door and the guards there gave me a hard time, but Nazir managed to coax it away, shuffling me to get inside quickly.

My first time at Markarth and I'd be spending it on a crime. Wonderful, right?

Nazir told me I could follow the woman to her home or assassinate her from a distance, but it was my choice. I pondered it for a few minutes, and although I preferred to do it by distance, part of me wanted to get up close and personal for my first killing. Perhaps I wanted to see if I could handle the blood and the gore? I'd be around it for a while if I planned to stay in the brotherhood... yet at the same time, maybe I just wanted to impress Nazir?

My whole life, I grew up with wanting to impress those who looked down on me, but it seemed it would be difficult at this new stage for me. I wasn't a blossoming rosebud or a pretty gem on a circlet. No, I was now cat who was about to get down and dirty and bathed in red... metaphorically speaking, of course. If I got seriously covered in red, I'd be a dead giveaway to who killed the woman when she's found.

A/N - This was just a filler chapter! Please don't hate me for it :3 but from here on out, it's much more detailed! 3 Hope you enjoy!