Bishop turned his head the sound of the door opening. She stumbled in and slammed the door behind her, her chest heaving. Her blonde hair was a mess and filthy and her faire skin was covered with dry blood and dirt. It was as if she barely missed death. Little did he know that she did.

After she caught her breath she turned and walked up to the bar and stood next to him although she didn't seem to notice him.

" What can I get you dear?"

" I don't have much money, but I can if you have a violin or any instrument I can play to pay my debt of a room and a bath and maybe some food. Please, I'm begging you." She pleaded. Bishop looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, seeing the look of fear on her face. She constantly looked over her shoulder, her body shook. Whatever had happened had scarred her. Even that the inn owner could tell.

" Sure hun. Your room is right there and the bath is in the room next to it. When you're done come out and get something to eat."
The girl thanked her and ran into the bathing room with Bishop watching her as she went.

I pawed at my armor I had gotten during , desperate to get them off. They reminded me of what I had just experienced. My hands shook so much with fright that I could barely even take them off.

I began to lower myself into the water, letting the heat drown me. I scrubbed and scrubbed until I almost made my skin raw then I shook my hair free from any muck. Finally I had managed to calm myself down.

To be honest I didn't really want to get, I wanted to sit and hold my knees close to my chest just as I had been. I had almost fallen asleep in the tub had it not been for another woman walking in.

" Miss? Here are some clothes, I figured you like to wear something more comfortable to sleep in."
I raised my head from the water and watched her place the dress down. I couldn't help but smile.

" Thank you, I promise I'll pay you back-"
" Don't worry about it. I think you need it more than any of us."
When she left I pried myself from the water and laced up the dress and corset she had given me. It was the best to sleep in, but once I removed the corset it would be better than the armor.

So I laid everything into the chest of my room I had for the night, including my bow and arrows as well as my sword, but I kept the dagger strapped to my thigh.

I walked out into the main lobby of the Inn, feeling the wood against my bare feet. I didn't care what people thought of me, besides its not like they could tell with my dress covering them.

I sat down at the bar and had a plate placed in front of me. The sight of the rabbit leg, bread, tomato soup and ale before me made my stomach scream. As much as I wanted to just smother my face with the food, I held myself back.

" What exactly happened to you?" The inn keeper asked me. I finished chewing my bite of the rabbit and answered her back.
" I was mistaken for someone else and was taken prisoner."
" How terrible." She frowned.

" I have to go to Whiterun, worn the Jarl of the dragon attack on Helgen."
I had lowered my voice on the last part to where only she and the man next to me heard.

" My goodness you poor child! How brave of you, please eat as much as you want. Its on us."

Regardless of what she said I still tried not to eat too much. I ate until I was comfortable and tried not to make myself sick. When I was done I thanked her before standing and retiring to my room. As I turned I took a moment to steal a glance of the man next to me. Our eyes met and locked. When he gave me a nasty glare I simply returned it and walked into my room before closing and locking the door.

I laid in my bed with my muscles sinking into the bed. I laid with the moonlight peering in. I didn't know what I was going to do or what was going to become of me but I didn't have the effort to worry at that moment. All I could do was give into my exhaust and fall asleep with my dagger in hand.

I double checked everything and made sure my quiver and armor was secure before walking out to the lobby. I gave the owner a thanks for everything and returned the dress. I had tried to pay with what money I had but she wouldn't accept. Any other time I wouldn't allow it but I needed all that I had. So I turned and walked out the door.

I took a moment to let the sun sink in, the sun of another day. With my hair up the heat was on the back of my neck and felt wonderful. The man from the night before stood next to the entrance. Perhaps he would know how to get to Whiterun.

" And who is this? It seems you're looked up to with nobility. Well if you're looking for someone to kiss you boots then I suggest you keep walking."

He didn't even give me a chance to talk.
" I wasn't expecting you too." I snapped as I crossed my arms. " I was actually going to ask you to help me."
" What does a wench like you need a tracker for anyway? Some guy get bored with your girlish whining and beat feet with some pretty face?"

Wench!
" Look, will you help me get to white run or not? I'll pay you-"
" Hold your horses, who said I was for hire? Unless . . . You can do a favor for me. Then after I'll decide whether or not your company suits me."

I was biting my lip so hard that I could taste the blood. Normally I wouldn't let anyone talk to me like that, but I couldn't let him slip through my fingers. If he was as good as he said he was then he could truly help me. Which pissed me off. But if it was that kind of favor then he would be getting a gauntlet to the face.

" Just what kind of "favor" is this?" I grumbled as I crossed my arms. He gave a mocking laugh.

" Don't flatter yourself, it's not that type of favor. You're not my type. But I do need help retrieving my wolf, Karnwyr, I tracked him down to a trapper's campsite. He must have gotten captured while he was out hunting. But of course I'm not going to charge into their camp when they have grown into a bandit army. That's why I need your help."
I glared at him and paused for a moment. Damn big mouth.
" And if I help you get your wolf back you'll help me?"
" Possibly."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bow off my back.
" Lets go dumbass."

I could feel him smirk from his victory. He was going to help me one way or another.