Chapter Two

"Here is the sword of Durak, as requested, Jarl Balgruuf." I stated, handing the sword to Avenicci, Balgruuf's steward.

Avenicci carried the sword to Jarl Balgruuf, who unsheathed and studied the blade.

Balgruuf nodded to Avenicci, who tossed me a bag full of gold coins.

"I thank you Kaal, for once again you have surprised me. That is the fifth bandit this week, and the third Pit-Dog this month. I'd advise that you slow down, as retaliation from Pit-Dogs is certain, but I don't think you'd listen. Come now, drink with us. We have a few crates of Skooma that a guard found in the cellars."

My heart purred at the thought of Skooma, an exceptionally strong alcohol with a highly addictive nature, which came from the Elswer, the motherland of my people. The trading caravans had taken pity on me and Fey, at least, the ones manned by Khajiit. They gave us a few weapons, potions, scrolls, and Skooma. They told us of places that they steered clear of in their travels, and marked those locations on a map that the Grey-Beards had given us.

Some background. I awoke in Riften a year ago with no memory. I received a vision from a mysterious voice saying that I will become the voices champion. It told me to go to High Hrothgar to start my journey. Upon reaching High Hrothgar I was told that I was Dovahkiin, and that another Khajiit, Le'Fey, also had no memory, and would accompany me. The Greybeards directed us to Whiterun, where we sought jobs from Jarl Balgruuf. It had been three months since…

"Unfortunately, great Jarl, I must decline. I would also advise that you not speak so openly about contraband items in your hall, as you have enemies on either side of the war that would love to blackmail you."

"Well, you have a point there. Avenicci, take the crates to the Khajiit caravan outside the city, sell them, then alert the imperials that they are smuggling contraband."

A growl emitted from my throat. I could feel my claws extending, my blood flowing. "Mighty Jarl, do you think it wise to do as such. There will be… repercussions." I growled menacingly.

The guards around the room slowly came forward, weapons drawn. Looking close, I could see them shaking in their standard issue boots. Even Irileth, Balgruuf's house-carl, looked wary.

"I could easily take out most of you, the rest only with little effort. I suggest you reconsider your order, for you know my history with fighting, and my respect for the traders."

Balgruuf held his hand high, and the guards moved back to their post. Confused, I stood there, not sure what to do. I retracted my claws.

"You pass," said Balgruuf, rising from his chair.

I flinched, unprepared for when Balgruuf stepped forward, arms wrapping around my neck. My claws reemerged, then retracted when I realized that Balgruuf was just hugging. When he pulled away I saw a smile on his Nordic face.

Seeing me look at him, he laughed. "You must have some questions. Let me explain. By defending the caravans you have proved that when you commit to a cause you do not back down. In the past three months since you arrived here you have bested many bandits and beasts, and I hear that you and your friend have been kind to the people of my city, even paying Uthgerd's bar fees. My people love you, you are strong, and you do not back down. Also is the fact that you are Dragon-Born. For these attributes and qualities, I ask that you take a position in my court. I would be honored to have you as a Thane of Whiterun."

"So this was all a test. You faked finding cases of Skooma, threatened the caravans, and almost had your guards decimated, because you wish to honor me?" I said angrily.

"Yes Kaal, I have grown to like you, but I needed the opinions of my people. I was going to make you Thane a month ago, but Irileth argued that I didn't know what kind of man you are. She and I devised this test while Avenicci went around asking citizens their thoughts. Most had already meet you, while some had only heard of your deeds. A few were wary, not wanting a Khajiit in a place of power, but with this test and the job you just completed, I don't think they will complain."

"What about Le'Fey? What will happen to her?" I asked

"Becoming my Thane will allow you to buy Breezehome, a house near the gates. Avenicci will give you details. The house has two beds, so both of you can stay together."

I thought for a second. "I would be honored to become your thane, but I don't see how I can help in matters of politics, as I travel often, doing what I can to earn gold."

"We have considered this. My court wizard, Farengar, will teach you and Fey a spell of telepathy. This will allow you to communicate on missions, and allow me to ask you your opinions on matters no matter where you are."

"Okay, in that case, I will be honored, Great Jarl, to become your Thane."

Balgruuf smiled, and from behind me cheers erupted. I turned around to find many townspeople coming through the gigantic doors that lead into the hall.

"Then tonight we feast. Tomorrow we will discuss details, and hold an official ceremony. For now, speak to Farengar about the spell, and go get Fey from your room at The Bannered Mare."

I roused Le'Fey, we dressed in party clothes, and went to the feast. Our lives were taking a turn for the better.

If only it could last.