Notes: Might take a break from writing this story…I'm beginning to suffer from Writer's block. If you could offer some words of motivation, I'd be ever so grateful 3

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Luckily for Cynn, there was a Stormcloak camp stationed nearby, in the mountains. She recalled passing it on her way to Solitude. It remained a mystery to her how such a place could go seemingly unnoticed for so long, and she told herself that she wouldn't be the one to get the Stormcloaks caught.

She double, triple, and quadruple checked that she wasn't being followed, by wandering down several back alleys that turned back on each other. She maintained the belief that she wasn't paranoid, just a little cautious. Regardless, if somebody had been following her, she would know.

And then, deciding it was safe, she wandered out of Solitude, greeting any guards she stumbled upon with a smile and a nod, trying to be as unmemorable as possible, and also trying not to give the impression that she was wearing armor underneath her dress, or in possession of several knives and blades.

After a short ride on Shadowmere, she blazed down the hidden trail to the hidden Stormcloak encampment. On her way there, she donned her normal cowl. It didn't match the normal clothes she was wearing, but she wanted to feel secure. She didn't want any of the Stormcloak people to know who she was.

"I'm here to speak with Ulfric." She told one of the Stormcloak guards.

"What? How did you know he was here? Who are you?" The male guard said, his face portraying a hint of astonishment. He seemed surprised that she even knew the camp was there.

"I'm…a friend. You need not fear me." Cynn said slowly, improvising her words.

The guard seemed to rethink what he had been going to say, and stepped aside. It probably didn't hurt that Shadowmere, a horse that looked like it had been to the Void and back, what with it's red eyes and black coat, was breathing billows of hot, dead air into the guard's face. "Just don't cause any trouble. If they hear I let you in, I'll be the one they blame."

"Of course, of course." Cynn said, smiling toothily at the guard as she trotted past. Dismounting, and then tying the reins of the horse to a nearby post, she decided it would be best to just ask somebody where Ulfric was.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me where Ulfric's tent is?" She asked a normal-enough looking strapping young man. He smiled at her.

"Sure. Just over there, the one with the two guards at the enterance. He probably won't like you bothering him though…" He said, and she felt his eyes surveying her face. "You look kinda familiar…Do I know you?"

"No, I don't think so…" She said with polite uncertainty.

"Hmmm…okay. Well, I'm Trevon. It's nice to meet you."

"Pleasure to make the acquaintance. " Cynn said, smiling warmly at him. It was obvious that he had already taken a liking to her. Too bad he probably wouldn't like her so much if he knew who she was.

"Mind telling me your name?" He inquired. She laughed, shaking her head.

"My name is—" She was suddenly interrupted.

"Trevon! Don't you have work to do?" Ulfric was suddenly at Cynn's side, his eyes daring Trevon to stay. He seemed almost…angry at the young man, though Cynn did not know why.

"Er, uh, yes, I do, now that you mention it…I'll be off then!" Trevon said, hurrying away, not looking behind him. Cynn turned to Ulfric.

"Let's go to my tent…I don't really want anybody else to overhear our conversation." Ulfric said in a low voice, leading the way to the nearby tent, with two guards stationed at the entrance. Closing the flap behind him, he turned to her.

"Why are you here? Tullius isn't dead yet. If he were, I would know." Ulfric said, looking at her. The irritation had disappeared from his face, and it was replaced with a sort of tender-but-stern look.

"He knows I've been hired. How does he know, Ulfric? Did you set me up to be killed?" Cynn growled, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What? Cynn, no!" He exclaimed, seemingly astonished at the thought.

"So how does he know? I was under the impression that only me and you were to know of this contract…"

"I…I don't know. If there's a leak in the Stormcloaks, I will find out. Don't worry, I don't expect you to try and kill him under these circumstances."

"Good." Cynn said simply. "In other news, I've been inducted into the Legion by my friend Hadvar. Well, Amaranth has, anyway." Cynn said, scowling.

"That should be helpful in your mission." Ulfric said, and Cynn looked at him with a puzzled look on her face.

"How?"

"Because you can easily get in and out of the empire's walls. It means they trust you, so they won't expect you to turn on them." Ulfric said, smiling grandly.

"I don't really want to jeopardize my 'Dragonborn' reputation…" Cynn said, uncertainly, biting her lower lip. She stopped when she noticed Ulfric staring at her.

"Then just do it as Cynn. As your true self. Let them get a glimpse of you, and they'll never suspect Amaranth of doing it." Ulfric said, shrugging, but still with a smile on his face.

"I suppose that might work…But I'm not very confident in that…" She paused. "I suppose I should be going…Hadvar will be wondering where I am."

"Of course. Well, before you go, take this. It's a letter of recognition that will allow you entrance to any Stormcloak encampment. That should make it easier for you to find me when you need me." Ulfric said, holding a scroll of parchment for her to take. Hesitantly, she took it, his had barely brushing hers, but it sent a tingle down her spine. She shivered, and then left the tent ducking her head. She felt wired all of a sudden, like some sort of energy was rushing through her. The feeling vaguely reminded her of the heat of battle.

But, putting that strange feeling aside, she felt a little lost.

She wondered where she should go next. She probably should wait until the news of an assassin after Tullius became a little less of an issue, and for the Legion to let their guard down.

She supposed now was a good time to get on Tullius's good side, by assisting him on missions. Hopefully missions that didn't include attacking the Stormcloaks.

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