Pushing his way through the gates, Sarydos once again set foot in the the city of Whiterun. The sun shined bright as he made his way past down the street passing the Barracks towards the Drunken Huntsman, he placed his hand on the wooden door and pushed it open. He entered the shop, the Bosmer merchant looks up from the counter but turns his gaze back downward when Sarydos walks right past him. He crosses the room, heading for the other side of the room near the shop's other entrance where a Dunmer woman sits, by day before she had fought for his coin and by night had shown him an affection he had never before known. He walks up to her, seeing no other chair, he leans his back against the wall, she looks up at him and smiles.

"I had hoped you would come to see me again"

"How could I not?"

"Did you need something or did you just come by to see me?"

"Perhaps it's both."

"Oh?"

"You see, you stole something from me."

at this she was a little confused

"It wasn't your loincloth was it?"

"No no it wasn't that."

He assures her

"Then what is it that I stole from you?"

He looks down and a smile spreads across his face

"My heart…"

she smiles warmly at his response

and he continues

"So, seeing as you took stole something from me I think that it's only fair that I steal something from you."

"What is it that you're going to steal?"

he looks back up at her still smiling

"One last kiss before I leave Whiterun."

her smile fades as she looks at him

"Must you leave so soon? you've only just arrived…"

there is a hint of sadness in her voice.

His expression changes to a pained look, he frowns.

"I came to Skyrim three days ago now." he starts "I live modestly... like you I brandish my blade for coin… but I no longer wish to fight in petty skirmishes on the behalf of wealthy weaklings, I wish to fight for myself but for that I need to no longer rely on their purses so I seek my fortune lying in wait for me somewhere here in Skyrim." he looks into her eyes as he speaks "But I promise…. I promise that when I do find it, I shall return to claim you for myself."

her smile returns faintly as he finishes.

"Come closer."

she beckons

He leans in towards her, when he is close enough she grabs onto the front of his armor and pulls him into a kiss. Closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his, she releases her passion onto him while intensely holding his lips prisoner. Her arms drape over his shoulders and her fingers slip into his hair, petting his head. He returns her affection, as she does this he brings himself into a kneeling position before her and wraps his arms around her lower back wanting to hold her as close as possible. she slowly draws her face away from his.

"You know, something occurred to me when I awoke this morning."

she says

"Really? And what would that be?"

he asks

"I don't even know your name…"

she says.

he stares at her face for a moment studying her features before answering

"It's Sarydos…. Sarydos Tervandes…"

She runs her fingers down the side of his face, softly caressing his cheek with her fingers

"Never has a name sounded sweeter to my ears…. you had better come back to me Sarydos…. when you find your fortune, you better come back to me…."

He nods and places a small kiss on her hand before standing up to go. As she watches him turn and leave, tears roll down her cheeks.

"Please….. please be safe…."

she whispers under her breath.

Having seen the whole thing, the bosmer merchant watches from behind the counter as Sarydos passes by him again, he is completely lost for words and not sure what to think of the spectacle that he just witnessed. He looks over at Jenassa.

"Jenassa, are you… are you crying?"

"Shut up Elrindir…."

she murmurs as she wipes away her tears, smearing her face paint.

The path ahead is set through the front gate of Whiterun, as he walks his head hangs downward and his face carries no expression, leaving Whiterun… leaving her... was without a doubt the hardest thing he ever had to do. He did his best to fight back the tears forming in his eyes, he didn't want to cry but he felt like he needed to. He wanted to hit himself in an effort to physically fight the heartache, some irrational side of his mind told him that it was possible but he knew this feeling couldn't be solved with brute force or magic so he simply clenched his fist and grinded his teeth. Anyone who saw the expression on his face would swear that he was in pain, that he was injured in some way and they would be right or at least partially right, he felt injured to say the least. At the moment all he could do was hope that he found his fortune soon so that he could return to her. Pushing the gates open he steps outside of Whiterun, every step he put between the two of them felt wrong but he had to. Taking a deep breath and releasing it he starts again on his journey, once again he passes by the group of Khajiit camped outside of Whiterun.

Trying to put his sadness behind him, he lifts his head up high in an attempt to mask his pain. Even though he felt horrible he could try to look like a proud warrior, at least for now while the nords could still see him, the last thing he wanted was for the Whiterun guardsmen to sit around in a circle laughing and talking about that crying dark elf they saw walking down the road today. He approached the carriage by the Whiterun stables, he wasn't completely aimless in his journey he had an idea. On his way to Whiterun the nord who had driven him told him a lot about skyrim but one thing in particular caught his attention, In an western Skyrim, an area called "The Reach" there was an awful lot of conflict between the nords and a group of Breton called "The Forsworn" and that these conflicts were often bloody. Sarydos figured that the nords of the Reach probably hated the Forsworn, enough so that they would pay large amounts of gold to anyone willing to fight the Forsworn on their behalf. He simply needed to find someone willing to pay him to kill Forsworn and he would be making loads of coin in no time. Hopeful that his idea would work he paid the Carriage driver to take him to Markarth.

Author's note: I know this chapter is pretty short; However I felt it was necessary for the story. You see, I had originally meant for what was between Sarydos and Jenassa to be just a sexual thing but as I continued to write it I felt that the their relationship went deeper than that so I wanted to add this part of the story to show the emotional connection between the two. I feel that it also gives Sarydos that extra motivation to continue on his adventure and find his fortune so that he could return triumphantly to Jenassa. Thanks for reading and rest assured that more chapters are on the way, please review this chapter and any of the previous ones to tell me what you think of the story so far.