The Drunken Huntsman seemed lonely today. It wasn't empty, well, it wasn't any emptier than it usually was; Elrindir stood at the counter as he always did, Anoriath was there for the early morning but eventually left for his stand in the market, Nazeem and his wife Ahlam had been there that morning as well as they often are, and Olfrid Battle-Born ha come in a few times to tend the spit at the fire, and not to mention the various customers who were in and out of the shop, mostly travelers and hunters in the market for bows and arrows. As the daily rabble continued, a lone dunmer sat in the corner, an empty chair was her only company and though she was never more than a few feet from the patrons and shopkeeper she felt as if she were all alone. Everyday whenever she heard the the shop door open she would quickly look up to see who it was and each time she found only disappointment as she watched yet another stranger step up to the counter. She sat there with her head down gazing at the floor wondering if she would ever see the that dunmeri sellsword again, where had his travels taken him? Was he still searching for his fortune? Did he ever find it? Was he even still alive? she pondered the many questions on her mind, as she did the shop door opened again. This time she didn't look up in fear of yet another disappointment, having heard the door open Elrindir greeted the customer.
"Hello my Dunmer friend, in the market for….." He stopped mid-sentence.
'Dunmer?' She thought to herself, she could hear footsteps approaching.
"Could it really be?' Her heart raced, the footsteps stopped and she saw something that made her very happy; a pair of chitin boots stood in front of her, specifically the kind made from Ash Hoppers, the kind found only in Morrowind. She looked up, her heart beating loudly, she looked up at the man attached to the boots, it was none other than the Sellsword himself, Sarydos Tervandes. A smile spread across her face and she stood up out of her chair wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling him close.
"What are you doing here?" she asks barely containing her excitement.
"What a foolish question." He chuckles putting his arms around her waist.
"You mean you….?"
"That's right, I found my fortune."
"Sarydos…."
"Now I've come to claim you…" He says, tears begin to well up in her eyes and an even bigger smile spreads across her face.
"Crying Jenassa? What will your patrons think?" He teases.
"Oh, shut up." She laughs then pulls him in for a kiss, She holds onto him with all her might not wanting to let go, not wanting to let him out of her sight… never again…
After their teary reunion, Sarydos and Jenassa left Whitrun and Skyrim forever, After all the gold had been counted and all the Valuables inside the chest had been sold the total coin was just over 40,000 septims. The Two took their fortune and went back to Morrowind where they settled just outside of the city of Blacklight in a newly built dunmeri manor where they would live for many years to come….
Author's note: Hey guys, I know this chapter was pretty short and it definitely could've been added to the end of the last chapter; however, I felt like this should be it's own chapter and I wanted an even 10 chapters. This story took quite a while to complete due to outside distractions so I've decided for my next story I'm going to write the entire thing before uploading it. Thanks for reading my story and I hope everyone enjoyed it.