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They came upon some ruins overrun with Foresworn. Jorik eyes widened as he saw this, "and they were going to send you on your own?" he asked incredulously.

Argis didn't both answering, just gave him an annoyed look for asking the obvious.

He glanced once more at Jorik to make sure the nord stayed behind him, though he doubted that would happen. With a desolate sigh he entered the ruins, Jorik close behind him.

The first area was easy enough, a few foresworn in a small area. He was surprised Jorik was holding his own and protecting his back. It made him feel a little better that he might not get the dragonborn killed.

Each area they took slowly, taking out as many Forsworn from a distance. Thought that came rushing at them Argis took out making sure Jorik was behind him.

They both took a minute to catch their breath in the room they just cleared out. "We should be coming up to the shield soon," Argis muttered.

"Ha, not even close. We haven't even reached Hag's End we are still in the Deepwood redoubt." Jorik grimaced.

The deeper they went in the more Forsworn there was. Jorik had been expecting it. His arm was starting to tire, and he could see that Argis was tiring as well. They couldn't let their fatigue to slow them, it was too dangerous.

Jorik sighed with relief when they came to the doors for Hag's end. He prayed no other missions took him here. Ever.

~oooooooooo~

Jorik and Argis collapsed to the ground when they finished the mission. Making their way out had been just as brutal. All the traps they hadn't triggered were set off on the way out. "In the morning we'll return the shield," Jorik grumbled as he stared up at the starry sky.

"We'll camp here for the night and head early morning," Argis suggested.

They both lay there not bothering to set up a camp for the night. Both were bone weary. Jorik watched Argis' eyes fluttered close and his soon followed.

~oooooooooo~

Bright light surrounded him. "You can rise," a voice said calmly.

Jorik glanced around, but saw no one. He looked at where he was and knew the place from other dreams. "Who's there?" he yelled, reaching for the word at his hip.

"Someone who has been watching for a long while now," the voice murmured. "You won't need that here." Jorik gasped as his sword disappeared. He glanced around wildly, trying to find who was talking to him.

"What do you want?" He yelled.

"There is no need to yell," the voice said with amusement.

"Fine. What do you want?" Jorik asked more calmly.

"The question is what do you want Dovahkiin?"

"What do you mean?" Jorik scowled trying to figure out what was going on.

"You've been born with a gift, yet you fear it. Why is that?"

"That gift takes over, makes me want to harm people that never deserved it," Jorik answered.

"A dragon's soul in a mortal body, it is not easy, but something you must embrace to win this fight," the voice stated.

"If I embrace it, then I lose what humanity I have," Jorik whispered.

"Do you? Or do you become what you meant to be?" the voice asked.

"I don't know…"

"Alduin gains power as must you."

"I know…" Jorik sat heavily on the ground, staring off into the bright emptiness, giving up trying to find the person speaking to him. "But I am one man he tries not to allow the blood of the dragon to rule him. Each soul I take it becomes harder. I will not lose myself to this."

"Everything happens for a reason, remember this," the voice said. Jorik eyes widened as a figure started showing in the emptiness. His heart raced, something told him he should know this figure, but he didn't. He rose to his feet, taking a step towards the barely seen figure.

"Aye it does," Jorik murmured. His mouth dropped as the figure came into full view, his stomach did a flip and a gasp left him.

Jorik opened his mouth to greet the figure…

He woke on a cold ground, his armor damp from the frost around them. Argis sat by a fire cooking some food. "Are you alright?" Argis asked him. He wasn't sure how to answer that question. He wasn't sure if what and who he saw had been real or a figment of his imagination.

"Yeah, fine," Jorik muttered, moving closer to the fire. "We should head soon."

Argis glanced at him worriedly before nodding. He gathered his pack, slinging the shield across his back. He didn't look at Jorik as they got ready but thought of the words Jorik had spoken out loud. It hadn't been in the common language, but a different language. He hadn't understood what it meant, but he had known Jorik had been agitated. "You sure you don't need a few minutes?"

"Yeah I am sure," Jorik muttered, before taking lead and heading towards Markarth.

~ooooooooooooooo~

Jorik stood beside Argis as they handed over the shield. He allowed Argis to do the talking. His idea had been for him to disappear, but Argis had wanted him to take his due credit. He could tell by the scowl on the Jarl's face that he wasn't happy.

Jorik waited for the words that dismissed them, then he planned on talking with Argis to find out why the Jarl wanted him out of the way. It made no sense, Argis was an excellent fighter, so why would the Jarl not want him around.

"Dismissed," Jorik was surprised it had been so bluntly given. With a nod of his head he left, with Argis close by his side. They went back to the Silverblood inn.

They both ordered mead and food. "What does the Jarl have against you?" Jorik asked, staring intently at the man sitting across from him.

"I am not sure. Maybe it's the amount of money he needs to spend to keep me," Argis muttered, running an agitated hand through his hair. He knew as soon as Jorik left, something was going to happen, he knew this, but he wasn't going to tell him. There would be nothing Jorik could do.

Jorik leaned back in his chair smirking as the tavern grew rowdy. Argis had went back to the barracks now he was by himself. What happened earlier with the Jarl bothered him, though it shouldn't. He barely knew Argis, but he owed the nord a lot especially after taking his eye. With a sigh he left his table and walked up to the bartender. "Paying my tab, going to head out shortly. But could you do my a favor?" Jorik asked, laying another sack of coins on the table. He met the man's eyes and hoped he would take the bribe.

"Sure what ya need?" the bartender asked.

"The man I was with earlier – if any information pertaining to him comes up over the next little while send a messenger to Whiterun to find me," Jorik asked.

"Sure, you expecting trouble?" the man asked with a curious look.

"Yeah, my gut tells me trouble is going to happen and I owe the guy," Jorik stated.

"Sure, I'll keep an ear out." Jorik nodded, relief flowing through him as he heard these words. He didn't need to worry now.

~oooooooooo~

Jarl Igmund sat back in his throne, a thoughtful look on his face beneath the scowl. Argis had placed the dragonborns life in danger once more. He shook his head, Argis wasn't supposed to make it back, but he did with the dragonborn in tow.

His first thought was to put this Dragonborn as a thane in his city and he was still thinking this, but Argis was the more important at the moment. The Dragonborn could be dealt with later. It would be a good political move having the dragonborn as thane of the city.

Now as to Argis, he had come back alive, and placed the dragonborn's life in danger. There is only one thing he could see as good enough punishment. He couldn't send the man to the mine, Argis was too good of a soldier to get away with that. The other guards would bring chaos, but the dungeons would be different especially if he brought up the fact that Argis had placed the dragonborn in danger. Then after Argis' punishment and if he survived he could remove him from the guards. It worked well in his favor and would save Markarth more money. It was too bad Argis was so good at what he did, he was an exceptional fighter, and he was excellent at getting jobs done. He regretted doing what he had to, but he had no choice. Argis had to go.

Igmund turned to his steward, "Have Argis brought here." He ordered. Now he just needed to wait.