It was about three A.M in the morning, rain fell heavily and soaked their armors. A brief flash of light lit up the night, before a thunder roared in the clouded skies. The powerful rain made it difficult to see, torches were useless, and Benny didn't know a single magelight spell.

"We sure chose the best day to save Robar!" Yelled Benjen.

"This was YOUR idea, Benjen!" Exclaimed Aela, outraged.

"It was sunny when we left Whiterun, what the fuck happened!?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Isn't your father supposed to be able to control the weather?" Asked the werewolf.

"Only in the Shivering Isles!" Benny barked back.

They saw a couple of tents in the distance, most of them small, but there was a big tent made out of pelts that quickly gave out that the place was a stormcloak camp.

"There it is!" Benny looked at the camp.

"How many people do you think there are?" Asked Aela to the Madwoman.

"Ten soldiers, more or less, and a commander." Said Benny as she unsheathed her daggers.

"Do you think we can take them all on?" Asked Aela.

"Of course, I have the best archer of Skyrim at my side, anything's possible." Said Benny as she smiled.

Aela rolled her eyes.

"Hey, don't act like it doesn't flatter you. I know you love it when I compliment you." Said Benny with a cocky smile.

"Focus, Sheothson." Said Aela.

It was Benny's turn to roll her eyes.

"Okay, okay, lemme just-" her sentence was interrupted by a muffled scream. The rain and the wind made it very hard to hear, but it was obvious that someone was in pain.

"Shit, we need to move." Said Benny, running towards the camp.

"Benjen wait!" Yelled Aela as she followed her, they had no actual plan, and no idea how many people were actually in the tents.

In other words: they were entering a dangerous place blindly and recklessly... but Aela couldn't expect any less from her mad little friend.

Benny hid behind one of the tents, and her eyes turned dark golden... she went Dementia, but she was in full control of herself.

Aela was just a few steps back, unsheathing her bow as she walked.

They heard another scream, this time it was clearer than before. It was the voice of a woman, probably an orc.

Benny felt a cold shiver travel down her spine as she heard the shrill of pain. She crouched and slowly walked towards the entrance of the tent.

She could hear men speaking to each other, and then to someone else.

"You might not be a dark elf or a high elf, but you sure as hell yell more than 'em, that's for sure!"

"Fuck off you ugly Nord, I was barely yawning, this feels like a massage." Said a woman defiantly.

Benny had to contain her laughter "holy fuck, I like this woman already."

She peeked around the tent and saw three men surrounding someone that was sitting on a chair (the woman, it had to be her). She heard a punch landing on the woman's flesh, and she unsheathed her dagger, she'd waited long enough and had to help her.

She threw her dagger towards them and it landed on one of the men's neck, killing him instantly.

The other two turned around, and they saw Benjen.

An arrow landed on one of the men's eyes, and he died.

The other one looked at his dead comrades and before he could scream for help, Benny had her hands on his neck. She squeezed with all of her strength until she heard a "crack!".

The man didn't even put up a fight and he died quickly, like most stormcloaks.

Benny dropped the body and looked at the orc.

She had an undercut ponytail haircut, black hair, and her face was... well, Benny couldn't quite see her face since it was covered blood.

The Madwoman approached her and stared at her.

"Psssst, hey! Wake up!" She said softly.

The orc didn't open her eyes.

"Hey I don't wanna interrupt your nap, but if we don't move then we are all gonna die." She said.

The Orc seemed to hear her, and she slowly opened her eyes, they were beautiful, Benny had to admit. The orc stared at her with her pale blue eyes and slightly opened her mouth to speak, but the only sound that left her lips was a groan.

"You are all beaten up, we need to get ya outta here." Said Benny as she helped her to get on her feet.

"I'm Benjen Sheothson by the way, and I'm going to assume you are Robar Ironjoy." She said.

The orc nodded a bit but didn't say a single word, she just limped towards the exit as fast as she could.

Benny scouted a couple of meters ahead from her, making sure that no-one would see them while they tried to escape.

She saw Aela standing behind a couple of tents, and she had two horses with her... where did she get them from? No-one knows, and it was best to keep it that way.

Benny had to admit, Aela could be pretty scary sometimes.

Benny approached her slowly, with Robar behind her.

Aela looked at the battered orc.

"You're Robar?" She asked.

"Yes, she is, and she is pretty badly hurt, so let's keep the questions for later, am I right?" Said Benny as she jumped on a horse.

Aela helped Robar get on the horse with Benny before riding her "own".

"I really appreciate what you did for me back there but... who are you?" Robar finally spoke, her voice was quite raspy and it was clear that she was in pain, suppressing groans.

"Let's just say I'm a particularly crazy bastard looking to take back a city, and I need your help for that." Said Benny as she looked at Robar and smiled, her eyes turned bright golden.

Robar's eyes widened in surprise but she didn't say a word. She had heard about Benjen but she didn't actually believe she was the daughter of Sheogorath.

But those eyes... they were a dead giveaway.

Benny didn't say another word, as she rode back to Whiterun.

Everything was going according to her plan, and it was only a matter of time before she was ready to take back her city...

... and see if her mother still lived, which was what mattered to her the most.