Standing in the room, darkness surrounded the blonde haired man as he breathed slowly. It was summer time in Northern Skyrim so Bosch was always caught sweating. It wasn't his fault; it was just a Nord thing, right? As he could hear his heart beating rhythmically against his chest, the man took one last inhale before opening his eyes. Blissful darkness was all that greeted him.
Grabbing a match and lighting a few candles, the room brightened up to something very castle like. The stone was ancient looking, but all the furniture was new. A four-post bed with burgundy and navy drapes, rich chocolate colored wood decorated the place in the form of chairs, cabinets, and a large bookshelf that covered one wall. Not all that lived in this old abandoned fort lived like this, but he was the leader of his crew, so he got to live however he wanted.
Grabbing the neatly stacked clothes on the table, he began to dress. They were thin, perfect for the weather just outside of his fortress, and vibrant colors filled the fibers. These were clothes for the wealthy and served only purpose, to fit in. Bosch clothed himself in the golden fabric laced with navy and white and looked at himself in the mirror. Aside from the few misplaced scars across his cheek, Bosch looked that of nobility. Brushing a bit of whimsy hair from his face, the bandit huffed once more before turning around and pushing the heavy wooden door with ease, only to lead to large stone stairs. Down he descended; candles lit his path and bits of moonlight spilled through the window panes, this was his favorite part of the fortress, all the windows were up high and few were seen below the battlements.
With the last few stairs to go, Bosch looked around and sighed. The hall was clear but a single flame still lapping a bit of wood in the large fireplace. Scoffing to himself, as the fire was pointless because it was already too warm in the damned place, Bosch walked to the opposite wall and knocked against two large wooden doors. Shuffling and cursing could be heard in response, and an old Redguard's head stuck out from the now cracked door.
"Wha' ye wan't fr-" he paused as he looked up at the blonde giant. "I thoug't ye be a man lookin' fer a late night snack." He opened the door wider and stepped through, his apron dirty and bits of hair slick back from sweat. The heat that came from the kitchen made Bosch take a step back, winching at how warm it was.
"Just informing you that I'm leaving, don't want your old ass worried about me," Bosch joked quietly. "Also, open a window, the place feels like a hot springs, Chef!"
The old Redguard just laughed, "Ye don' know wha' it's like to be old yet. Anyway, be saf', Bailan."
At the sound of that name, Bosch looked around to see if any of his men were still around. "I told you to not call me that," he growled, his silver eyes turned to slits as he peered at the man. "Just because you're old doesn't mean I won't cut you down where you stand."
"Oh, now, now, no on he'rd us. Don' get killed, we need tha' money you bring in," he laughed once more before shutting the door. Bailan only grumbled at the man and headed for the stables.
Quick note! This is the first official chapter, yes, but they will become longer (5k is my usual word count). This is short, but I wanted to get a bit of backstory before we jumped into the action! Next chapter will be up as fast as I can type!
