Amacra was tired, filthy, and hungry, where was the bandit camp? She was sure the Nord had said he stayed West of Whiterun.
She clenched her fists.
The town was staring her in the face, should she go and deliver the message? Perhaps they would pay for the information she had.
No!
The back of her mind screamed at her.
Dont go! Find the bandit and get out of Skyrim!
Amacra was frozen she didn't know what to do, on one hand there was the bandit Xander who was a long time client of hers and she was sure that he would pay for another shipment, if only she could find his camp. On the other hand was Whiterun, a town in need of warning but what would she gain from delivering the message?
No, she had to find Xander, he was definitely a guaranteed money maker, and then she was out of here.
Amacra started walking again with only her thoughts as company.
"Dovahkiin", Amacra turned around frantically someone had whispered in her ear just now.
Was this freezing weather making her lose her mind?
She didn't see anyone around her.
"Hello?", she cast a flame spell in her hand, "Whose there", she kept turning around making sure no one was behind her.
Yep, it was official she was crazy, she was talking to herself in broad daylight now, she needed to get out of Skyrim and fast.
Her walk continued on for what seemed like hours until something glorious caught her eye.
The bandit's camp West of Whiterun just like Xander said.
She would have run towards them but now was not the time to appear desperate.
"Just here searching for new clients to sell to", she practiced her lie.
She wish she didn't look so filthy at least then it would be believable.
"Well what do we have here?", Xander stood up as well as his comrades, "You lost Princess of Skooma?", he approached her.
"I told you never to call me that! My name is Amacra and I liked to be addressed as such", she took a seat on a bench nearby.
"Aye but what are you doing here? More importantly what are you doing here alone?" He gestured the others to give them some space.
"I'm in Skyrim looking for more clients but I figured since I was passing through Whiterun that I stop by and take your order as well", she flashed a smile at him.
"No need your parents already delivered a shipment it should be here in a week or so", he chugged the rest of his drink.
Oh no...
Oh fuck.
What the hell was she going to do now?
Something foul had caught her nose then.
"What are you cooking?", she covered her nose.
Xander looked at her solemnly.
"We're burning one of our comrades he was found dead yesterday", he refilled his cup.
"Skooma?", she finally caught sight of the fire it was away from the camp so she hadn't noticed it right away.
"No, seems like revenge from a girl he must've raped or something of the sort found the word rapist and other choice words carved in his chest. Poor guy was staked to the very ground looked like he broke one of his arms free from the stake but bled to death afterwards.", Xander took another drink and shook his head.
Her heart was pounding.
Would they some how magically know it was her?
Now paranoid she was just being paranoid.
"Tough, I'm sorry for your loss, well I have to get going now", she rose quickly from seat.
"Where's your entourage?", he placed a hand on her arm.
"In Whiterun replenishing supplies we sort of ran into trouble on our travels", she pulled her arm away.
"Really? Because I saw a poster of you when I went to Cyrodiil after you didn't show up with my shipment and your worth a lot of coin, one million gold to be exact", Xander put his hand on his hilt.
Well that's one way to get home.
"Maybe I could even talk the boys not to hurt you to much on our way there", he pulled out his sword and stepped forward.
Damn.
Amacra cast a flame spell towards Xander and begin sprinting towards Whiterun.
Talo's balls she could not catch a break!
She cast a flame atronach behind thank the Gods for magic or she'd be dead a long time ago.
However Whiterun looked so far away and she wasn't the best of runners and magic wasnt going to help her that at her level she was definitely going to need to stop.
"Dovahkiin"
She clenched her eyes shut she had to concentrate on one thing at a time.
She turned around to see the bandits being attack by wolves and lions.
Where did they come from? Now was not the time to question miracles Amacra!
She kept running and didn't look back.
It was awhile before she got the to the gates of Whiterun and when she finally got there she had her hands her knees trying to catch her breath.
"Official business only", a guard approached.
Her ears were hot and ringing.
Her throat was burning and dry.
Amacra put her hands on her waist before she spoke.
"I was at Helgen and I've got some news to deliver to the Jarl.", she started coughing afterwards.
"Sounds official alright you can come in but don't start any trouble", the guard turned around and opened the gate.
Turn around now!
Her thoughts pleaded for her to leave.
Amacra closed her eyes and against her better judgement she walked through the gates.