"Wait a minute… did I hear the word mead!?" Daryl came to a quick stopped and turned around.
"Aye.. I did!" Mjorin said, 'This is going to be great…' He thought.
"Then why waste time walking! To the mead halls of Whiterun!"
Before any of the soldiers could say anything, Daryl took a fast run down the path and towards Whiterun. Mjorin sighed before he and the rest of the Stormcloak soldiers followed.
It was almost sundown before the rest of the group made it to the stables outside of Whiterun. Mjorin took his time while the rest quickly entered the city. Mjorin spotted the fire and the tents on where the Khajiit Caravan parks when it arrives. Mjorin smiled as he walked over to the cat folk sitting by the fire.
"Greetings Nord." Said one of the Khajiit.
"Evening, You seem like the group a friend of mine travels with.. do you know where I can find Ra'Jarr?" As Mjorin asked, the group of Khajiit laughed. Mjorin frowned not knowing why they were laughing.
"A fine neck piece this is Mjorin." A voice came from behind him, he turned to see Ra'Jarr holding his necklace.
"Ra'Jarr.. You're a fool." Mjorin said in some what of a serious tone.
"A fool who snuck behind you without making a sound and stole your necklace. Do you want to buy a necklace, Mjorin?" Ra'Jarr said before the group of Khajiit and Mjorin started to laugh before he snagged his necklace back. Ra'Jarr's scarred nose twitched a little.
"And what brings Mjorin here? shouldn't he be in Windhelm with his army?"
"Daryl heard mead…" Mjorin said, the two went quiet. "I-… I should probably go check on them.. Sorry the visit was sort Ra'Jarr."
"A Stormcloak is busy in his time of need. Go, we shall meet again soon." Ra'Jarr said as he extended his paw. Mjorin met his hand with his own, only touching with the tips of both their fingers.
"Farewell, old friend." Mjorin said before he turned and walked towards the gates. He took a few steps before an odd black cat whisked through his feet and ran into the tundra. He shrugged and entered. He made his way into the town of Whiterun and walked to the marketplace. Mjorin walked up the stairs and entered the bar. As soon as he walked in he saw the rumble of the many Nords after having many tankards of mead. Daryl was sitting on a bench, barmaided on his lap and a extra large tankard in his hand. People of Whiterun all sat around him as he told his drunken stories, his speech was slurred to the point it was hardly recognizable.
"Yer com in' for yer stew eh?" A story of stew.
Mjorin shook his head and took a seat at the back of the Tavern. A maiden fetched him a tankard and he sat watching his friends as he sipped his mead. "A sweet roll would be good right about now.." Mjorin said to himself.
Mjorin hadn't been there ten minutes and a group of men from the Empire following clan, Battle-Borns had entered. One spat on the floor at the sight of all the Stormcloaks. They walked into the bar and saw Daryl drunk and decided they'd take a crack at him. They tipped his tankard of mead on the floor and quickly stuck him across the face.
Mjorin quickly stood up and walked over to the two, shoving the one who struck his friend to the floor.
"What's the meaning of this!?" Mjorin demanded an answer.
"You traitor Stormcloaks come into our bar and don't expect a fight!? The Empire belongs here get out you drunken idiots!" shouted the man in front of Mjorin.
As he said this though, Mjorin heard the word fight and was ready to give them one. He grabbed the mans shoulder before striking him in the nose with a hard punch, bloodying it and staggering him. The second one charged Mjorin and tackled his mid section. He wouldn't fall but was pushed into the wall behind him. Mjorin quickly grabbed hold of the mans head and brought his knee up smashing him in the face, then pulling his head up and pulled him into a nasty head-butt. The mans lip split and he crashed to the ground, Mjorin followed him and mounted before he went to throw an endless rain of punched down. He managed to punch him four times before Daryl got up from his fall and began to kick the fallen and beaten mans rib cage. Mjorin quickly stood up and looked at the bar fight he started, Daryl kicking the man and the other three taking their turns at the second man which Mjorin more than likely broke his nose with the punch. Mjorin looked at the bar maid who was calling out for the guards. Mjorin stepped out the back door and left the scene behind him, not wanting to spend the night in jail. Instead he walked out to the market and went to enter the general store near the bar. He turned around to see the guards pulling the Stormcloak men out of the bar, He shook his head and entered the general store.
"welcome friend!" A thick Breton accent called out, "Everything's for sale! Even my sister!"
"Wait what… I thought you didn't have one.." Mjorin replied.
"Well.. not my sister but I call her that! but it was a joke!"
"Right… anyway I want to sell this necklace.." Mjorin said, stepping up to the counter and sliding the necklace onto the counter.
"Ah.. a fine piece.. 100 gold?"
"100 septum's!? this thing is obviously worth more than that!"
"Not here it isn't" The breton gave a sly smile.
Mjorin shook his head and sighed, "Whatever, it's enough to get me and my men home anyway.." Mjorin held out his hand. The gold was counted and placed in a coin purse before the breton handed it over.
"Now, is there anything you want to buy?"
"Not really.. i'll just get going." Mjorin said, turning and walking outside of the shop. He sighed and took a seat on the bench outside. The night was full now and Mjorin had no where to sleep.
"Ex-.. Excuse me?" Said another breton accent, this time more innocent and soft.
"Hm? oh.. can I help you?" Mjorin asked as he turned to the Breton girl who spoke to him. His eyes suddenly opened as he saw the copper haired Breton woman. 'She's.. beautiful..' he thought to himself.
"Take this please.. it's only 50 septum's but the necklace is worth more than 100 coins…" She held out a coin purse to him.
"No, it's quite alright.. You don't need to pay me more than what was payed.. it's more than enough to get me and my men home… once they are out of the cells of course."
"Oh.. " She took back the coin purse and slowly sat beside him.
"I don't think i've seen you around before.. you must be new here?" Mjorin asked.
"Ye-.. Yeah, I'm new to Skyrim.. it's cold here.."
"Aye, but that's not the problem.. You came at a bad time, with the war going on Skyrim isn't very safe."
"I know.. I can see you've picked a side.."
"Aye, I picked the side of justice. Skyrim belongs to the Nords, her people, not the bloody Empire trying to take what's not theirs.. They banned our god and force us into the dark. Ulfric is doing what is needed and I raise my blade for him, Ulfric, and for Skyrim!"
The woman just dropped her head. "I'm Valnessa," she said in a light voice.
"Mjorin, Mjorin Snow-Born. It's a pleasure Valnessa." Mjorin said with a smile.
Valnessa looked up and smiled a little as he did.
"I really hope he wasn't being serious about selling you." Mjorin said jokingly, the two chuckled a little. The night was young and Mjorin found himself a new friend.
(A note to the readers: I hope you're all enjoying the story so far! it's a slow start I know but it'll kick up sooner or later I promise! This chapter is very dialog based and I apologize if it's too much, more of a filler chapter for kicking off what will happen next! Please review my story, tell me what you like and what you think should be changed! it's very much appreciated! thank you and enjoy!)