Blame Alex! It's all his fault… LOL.. This is a whole new chapter.

Chapter 31- Slayer Scrolls

Chapter 29- Chrissy, Borazon, Samuel,

Day 21- Evening- Day 22 early morning – Aftermath

Falls Creek

Several hours passed as they engaged in the somber task of separating the fallen werewolves from the human casualties. Naven, his hands bloodied and tired, questioned the peculiar transformation of some werewolves back into human form while others remained in their beastly state.

"Because he is not dead, he is living stone. The ones that changed back were killed before he was turned to into living stone," explained Runil with a weary sigh. "And if he is stuck in Werewolf form, so are they."

Having stepped back from the werewolf body he was handling, Ryder asked with a sense of unease, "Will they come back from the dead?"

Chrissy, ever pragmatic, offered a solution, "Behead the bodies of the Werewolves, then burn them separately."

"Borazon, use your axe, as it is the strongest. Lotz, bring me your axe. We will burn the heads and bodies separately, far outside of the town," commanded Blood Jarl Dissen, taking charge of the grim proceedings. Lotz approached the Blood Jarl, presenting his new axe. "I like your skill," complimented Blood Jarl Dissen, offering a rare smile amid the darkness surrounding them.

Borazon and the Blood Jarl, their expressions grim, executed a swift and efficient operation, severing the heads of the fallen werewolves. Working seamlessly in teams, a combination of vampires and humans delicately removed the human bodies, treating them with respect as they transported them to the hall of the dead. In stark contrast, another team handled the werewolf bodies less delicately, dumping them into two separate carts—one for heads and another for bodies.

Once the gruesome cargo was loaded, the carts were escorted out of the town through opposite gates to be incinerated, carts and all. Meanwhile, those with healing skills tended to the wounded, offering solace and aid. In a collective effort, others gathered broken weapons, delivering them to Lotz's forge to assess the possibility of repair. Some individuals took on the responsibility of restoring the breached gate, bringing wood planks to fortify the structure.

In the midst of the cleanup, Valga took charge of organizing a designated area for food and water, ensuring that everyone took a much-needed break to replenish their strength. As the night wore on, fatigue settled in, and by early morning, some sought refuge in their beds, while others found sleep elusive, their bodies and minds still tense from the recent battle. The scars of the conflict lingered, haunting the town even in the quiet hours of the night.

"How many did we lose?" Borazon inquires of Runil, who approached for a much-needed break.

"Too many, but if you mean the count, it was 20 people," Runil solemnly reports.

"You are right, too many," Chrissy acknowledges. "Anyone bitten?"

"Thankfully, no," Runil replies.

"I have been wondering something. Where the hell did he get those werewolves from?" Lotz queries, cradling his new puppy while offering it some of his food.

"I think I might be able to answer that," Sarorn, the vampire mage, interjects as he approaches.

"Well, spill," Chrissy demands.

"I am not drinking anything to spill, and why would you want me to?" Sarorn counters, a twinkle in his eye.

"It means tell us what you know," Chrissy retorts.

"Do you remember about a week ago when there was a werewolf howling?" Sarorn begins.

"Nope, not here at the time," Chrissy informs him.

"Yeah. I take it was you guys that ripped into it," Borazon says.

"Yes, we did. We had thought it was just one, but we came across their den earlier this evening. They had been bandits before they were turned. From what we could gather from one of their diaries, they were going to sell Bogroll back to the elves," Sarorn shares, pausing momentarily as Chrissy snickers at the name. He then continues, "I mean, Asswipe back to the elves, but then he changed, killed their leader, and took over the group. He spent most of his time trying to gain control over the change. His pups." Sarorn is interrupted by barks at that remark. Undeterred, he adds, "Actually seem to have better control over the change. But he had control over them."

"Forced loyalty sucks. How many of yours were lost." Chrissy asks the vampire.

"Three of blooded six fledging." Sarorn sadly answers.

"Sorry that I didn't get here sooner," Chrissy sadly says.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Dragon Born. He almost had us. If you hadn't shown up, more would have been lost." Sarorn tells her.

"How is young Samuel doing?" Runil asks while sitting next to them as they take a break from work after many hours of cleaning up.

"He is asleep on the floor next to his goat," Lavinia says as she joins them on the porch with a pint of blood.

"Where did you get that?" Sarorn asks of Lavinia.

"The pig farmer has few cut for us." Lavinia answers.

"If you will excuse me, I need a pint." Sarorn says as he takes his leave.

"Will the goat survive?" Runil asks.

"It is too soon to know for sure, but I got all of the physical wounds healed, but she had lost a lot of blood," Lavinia says.

Borazon goes to get up as he is saying. "I should go check on him."

"Zira has locked the door and covered him with a blanket. Let them rest." Lavinia says as she places her hand on him, keeping him seated while giving a flirtatious once over.

"Grandpa got game." Chrissy snickers while petting the momma dog and puppies lying on her old bedroll beside them.

"I am old enough to be his grandma." Lavinia teased.

Chrissy is laughing so hard she almost falls off the bench, but she suddenly stops when she feels Sexy about ready to kick someone, so she asks. "Who is the dumbass trying to examine my horse?"

"Sheldon, get away from there and come here," Runil orders the skinny man poking at Sexy.

"Runil, that horse is a dwarven machine." Sheldon giddily says.

"No, he isn't. He is a War Equinist." Chrissy says as she drinks some warm cider.

"I know the dwarven machines when I see them, and that is." Sheldon begins to argue.

"Well, he is about ready to kick you to the moon if you keep insulting him like that," Chrissy warns.

Sheldon sees Sexy lifting his leg to kick him and decides he must find a different location quickly.

"Damn, and I thought you were fast." Borazon laughs at how fast Sheldon runs over to them.

"I am thankful you are alright, but what happened to you?" Runil asks.

"After hitting a werewolf upside the head with a cast iron frying pan, he fainted." Sarorn answers as he comes around the corner with his own pint of pig's blood. "I shoved him into one of the houses and locked the door.

"Why are we friends with vampires, and where are the werewolves?" Sheldon asks, scratching his head.

"Vampires are the ancestors of the people of this town, and they protected their blood. As for the werewolves, they are all dead except that one." Borazon answers, pointing at the stone wolf behind Sheldon in the middle of town.

Sheldon starts to turn to see it and gives off a girlish scream that Chrissy half expected the man to jump into someone's arms.

"How is it stone?" Sheldon asks in disbelief.

"With magic that requires a price," Runil sadly answers.

"What was the price?" Sheldon inquires.

"My beloved's eyes." Jarl Sidgeer says as he walks over to them.

"I am sorry. How is she doing?" Chrissy asks.

"For now, she is sleeping deep." Jarl Sidgeer says as he sits next to her.

"I know how that goes." Chrissy remarks, which causes everyone to look at her, so she raises her hand to show her missing finger. "But she's alive."

"That is the most important thing. Though there was nothing any healer could do for her eyes." Lavinia sadly but proudly answers.

Jarl Sidgeer says as he looks at Lavinia and says. "Thank you for doing what you could." To which she nods.

Seeing the downhearted look in the young Jarl's eyes, Chrissy tells them, "Where I come from, blind people live a productive life,"

"How can she? She can't see?" Jarl Sidgeer angrily snaps.

"It takes training and adjusting. People read to them. But after a while, the blind invented their own style of books." Chrissy says. "It's about not giving up. And I don't mean just you. She has to want to continue."

"They created their own books. How? They can't see," Sheldon butted in.

"They developed a system called the Braille alphabet, which allows someone who cannot see to use their fingers to touch the bumps on the pages. The blind back home didn't like being a burden, so they learned to traverse around by using a cane to help guide them. I met this blind guy back home who mastered Martial arts. He kicked my butt several times with and without the cane." Chrissy says while rubbing her butt at the phantom pains from the memories of the Master slapping her butt with his cane when she wanted to give up. She continues. "Others also use what are called guide dogs and canes. Guide Dogs have a special harness that adjusts to the blind person. The dog will then take them around where they want to go."

"Dogs are good companions," Lotz smiles as he pets his puppy.

"Guide Dogs have been upgraded to service dogs because they don't just tend to the blind. Service dogs help in all types of ways. For example, they help people back home in wheelchairs by getting things they can easily reach." Chrissy explains.

"How much for one of those puppies? What is Martial arts." Jarl Sidgeer asks.

"Martial arts are form of hand-to-hand combat, but weapons can also be used. And Master SI used that cane a lot to whip my ass." Chrissy says. "I am not selling them. They choose their own. Tell you what I could bring them by after we all get some rest and see if one chooses her." Chrissy says with a yawn and looks but stops and smells. "A bath would be good too. Any bathhouses around here?"

"I can show you where it is," Borazon says as he gets up to grab a change of clothes.

"I thought you might want these. Here." Runil says as he hands Borazon a change of clothes.

"Thanks."

"Hansee has some robes you can use. He charges for them, or you return them." Lotz lets him know.

"Does this mean we'll get a show from you again?" Lavinia teases Borazon, causing him to turn red.

"You saw?" Borazon asks as he turns even redder.

Lavinia says with a wink. "Not me, but I wouldn't mind."

"Something I should know?" Chrissy asks, slipping on her pack.

"No. On both accounts." Borazon snaps as he starts walking ahead of them.

Chrissy turns to Lavinia with a look that screams, "SPILL!" Lavinia smirks as if saying, "I'll tell you later. Maybe."

"Think the owner will let me wash the dogs there?" Chrissy asks, carrying the puppies, with the momma dog following.

"He will." Jarl Sidgeer says as he walks with them to the bathhouse. "You have given me much to think about."

"Back home, I know of several blind people who are really good fighters." Chrissy remarks.

"How?"

"Years of training and practice just like anything else." Chrissy answers.

As they are passing the Stone Wolf, Sheldon asks. "Do you think we got them all?"

"Yeah, the guards even took the one hanging in my barn. I was going to skin it, but no, they went and took it," Gruffnar grumbles.

Day 22- Early morning – Aftermath

Falls Creek Bath House

"Are you nuts? "I am not allowing those mutts into my establishment," Hensee yelled.

"I am the jarl, and you will let them in or else."

"You won't dare. No one else can run this place."

"I'll run this place," Gruffnar says as he eyes the building, which Hensee gapes at the mirror, thinking of losing his business to the stablemaster.

"Hey, hold up. instead of another pissing contest, I have a suggestion." Chrissy puts in. "Just let any dog in tonight to get cleaned up. But have it so that only Service dogs are allowed later. That's how they do it back where I come from. But if you want to allow all dogs, you charge a rate for non-service dogs."

"NO Dogs! Why would you allow a service dog? I don't even know what that is?" Hensee snaps back.

"A service dog helps blind people get around and helps others with trauma," Chrissy informs him. "They are required to be clean and trained."

"I could decree that that all dogs are allowed." Jarl Sidgeer threatened. "Or you do her suggestion. Because the steward may use one."

"Fine. Your dogs can come in tonight after all other dogs besides service dogs shower outback." Hansee says, then points at Gruffnar. "Any other animals get cleaned in his barn!"

"How I don't have running water." Gruffnar points out.

"You know there are aqueducts," Chrissy says as they enter.

"What are those?" Hensee asks.

"A way of transporting water overhead or underground," Chrissy says. "From what I can tell, White Run uses a type of it. Maybe you can talk to whoever maintains it to help you figure out a system here."

"The Jarl of White Run and I don't get along." Jarl Sidgeer remarks.

"He and I are on very good terms. I'll talk to him about it next time I see him," Chrissy says as they walk in. "Can I get a private area? I don't usually get naked in front of people."

"We have separate women's and men's cleansing showers, but the main bath is for everyone," Hensee explains, then asks. "Do you need any cleansing bars?"

"No, I still have some left from White Run," Chrissy says.

"Oh, what I won't give to have some of those for sale here." Hensee pines over the idea of having it.

"The River Run Market should have some." Chrissy says, then asks, "Which way?"

"The women are to the left, and the men are to the right. Red handle for hot. Blue for cold." Hensee answers and then teases. "Borazon, do you want your outside shower again?"

"No." Borazon snaps and heads for the inside cleansing shower.

"Oh, I so have got to know what happened?" Chrissy demands.

"He got skunked and had to bathe outside for several hours in really itchy soap." Lotz answers, saying, "Hansee, I'll take Knockkin soap for the dog." Chrissy tries not to laugh but can't stop herself.

"Fine, that stuff doesn't sell very often, one copper. Why are you getting it." Hansee inquiries.

"It will kill the fleas on Hammer here and not hurt him," Lotz says as he nods at the puppy in his arm.

After Chrissy stops laughing, she says, "I'll take some too, thank you." Chrissy heads to the area she was directed to after picking up the soap. "Where can I get my armor and clothes cleaned?"

"Here. 5 copper for clothes, 10 for armor. You can leave it in the tall baskets. They should be done by tomorrow evening." Hansee explains. "And who are you?

"Names Chrissy and you are?"

"Hansee. Nice to meet you."

"Thank you."

"What soap do you have?" Lavinia asks.

"I have Mikin, Jazzin, Knockkin, and just plain soap. I have been trying to see about making my own, but I don't have the knowledge or supplies." Hansee says downheartedly.

"I'll buy one of your robes and soap. I'll send down someone to pay for everything. And if you order double the new soap, I'll send someone to buy it. You could always send a letter to the Bath House in White Run asking nicely for the information." Lavinia tells Hansee.

"You're a vampire?"

"Yes, is there a problem with that?"

"No, you guys helped save this town. Does this mean your kind will be bathing here?" Hansee.

"We just may. That will depend on what the Jarls decide." Lavinia says just before following Chrissy into the women's cleansing area.

Assisted by Lavinia, Chrissy embarked on the task of cleaning the momma dog and her puppies. The adult dog seemed to relish the attention, while the puppies, less enamored with the experience, displayed mild protest. The cleansing ritual unfolded smoothly, with the women attending to the dogs' hygiene needs before focusing on their own.

Chrissy opted for a naked shower as they groomed themselves, though she retained her undergarments during the bath. While this choice raised a few eyebrows among the onlookers, no one voiced any objections. Despite her attempts to maintain composure, Chrissy couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment amid the exposed atmosphere of both men and women. As she blushed at the unclothed sight around her, she braced herself for the inevitable jests that were sure to follow.

Eager to join Lotz in the bath, Hammer, the energetic puppy, wasn't about to be left behind. With a burst of enthusiasm, he darted up the steps and plunged into the water after Lotz. The little pup struggled momentarily, nearly succumbing to the water's depth, but Lotz swiftly scooped him up, placing him safely beside his head. Meanwhile, the momma dog and the remaining puppies settled in by the warm glow of the fire, basking in the comforting atmosphere.

The shared bath delighted all, creating a bonding experience for the newly-formed companions. As Lotz and Gruffnar succumbed to the lull of sleep, their snoring marked the end of the eventful night, prompting everyone to call it a night and find their restful repose.

"So, where are you staying?" Lotz asks the vampire as they get up to leave.

"Most of my kin will be heading back to the castle for now. Those that stay the Jarl Sidgeer have offered rooms in his lodge." Lavinia informs them. "The Jarl's have much to discuss."

"Do you think the inn keeper has a room for me and the dogs?" Chrissy asks Borazon, who smiles when she is dressed in the gift Samuel had given her.

Heading out the Bath House Door, Borazon remarks. "Yeah, you can take Samuel and my old room. They haven't rented it out. I am going to check on Samuel. As for the dogs, I don't think they'll have a problem with them."

"Look, Sexy hasn't left his spot of watching over him. And remember that the door is locked. Do you want to wake him?" Chrissy points out while thinking. "I take it you aren't going to leave that spot."

"I'll just go look through the window," Borazon says without breaking his pace.

"No." Sexy snaps back.

"Need anything?" Chrissy asks a little concerned at his tone.

"No."

"How are Samuel and Nelly doing?" Chrissy inquires.

"I can read their vitals from here, and they are doing as well as expected." Sexy answers.

"You know that's not much of an answer," Chrissy replies.

"The boy is fitfully sleeping. He wakes up and checks on the goat; if she is awake, he has her take a few licks of the healing potion, and then they go back to sleep. As I have never monitored a goat, I can only say she is breathing. Other than that, I currently have no other information to give them. Is that better!" Sexy snaps back.

"I know you are worried too. So, I'll excuse that. Please let me know if there is any change, good or bad." Chrissy asks.

"I will, and sorry," Sexy says.

"No problem, tensions are all a little high. I take it with the way you keep looking around you are keeping an eye the vampires?"

"Yes, but there is also a faint energy trace I am trying to figure out." Sexy explains.

"Magic?" Chrissy inputs.

"What you call magic is energy is manipulated to follow the will of a being." Sexy answers. "Yes, it is, but it isn't."

"There was a lot of that done recently, so maybe it's one of those," Chrissy suggests as she follows Borazon over to look through the window.

"No, it's different."

"How so?"

"When a being controls the energy around, it only shows that it has been manipulated as it blends with the normal stuff around and is faint. What I am seeing isn't faint. This comes from someone." Sexy tries to explain.

"So magic isn't from the caster?" Chrissy asks.

"Some magic is, but most magic is pulled from other sources, and this is strong energy or, as you say, magic that has been left."

"Giving off that much energy doesn't sound good." Chrissy remarks a little worried.

"Energy isn't good or evil. It's just energy. You are giving off a strong energy signal like this, but yours is a different color. Green is for human energy, red is for dragon energy, and purple is for unknown reasons. While this one is BLACK as a black hole." Sexy explains.

"That doesn't sound good. Will the energy that you are seeing upset the town?" Chrissy wonders.

"No, actually, the purple you are giving off, if I am not mistaken, is taking it over and changing it to purple rather than mixing in with the natural energy of the area."

"Will the purple hurt anyone?

"It hasn't hurt you."

"No. I wonder where I got it?"

"It will come in time. You need to be patient."

"Thanks," Chrissy says as she stands next to Borazon, who looks inside only to see that Samuel is asleep under a blanket, lying next to Nelly, who seems to be sleeping, too.

"Sexy will let me know if anything changes, so get some rest," Chrissy tells him.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost him. I must find a safe place for him, but he likes meeting the herbalists and traveling. I don't know." Borazon says not really paying attention to what she said.

"You didn't lose him. And I may have a solution for you." Chrissy says with a mischievous smile.

"What?" Borazon asks.

"I was going to wait until we got some sleep, but now is as good a time as any. I managed to acquire some property. I would like you to manage it for me." Chrissy tells him.

"I am listening."

"Well, I saw a farm just outside White Run for sale. I had enough, and then Jarl said I did him a great favor, so that was enough to purchase it." Chrissy hesitantly began.

"I would say killing a dragon would be a big favor." Borazon offhandedly remarks.

"That came later. And so did becoming a Thane."

"You are a Thane?" Borazn asks in surprise.

"Yeah. I've got a housecarl named Lydia. Initially, I secured permission and had enough funds to purchase a farm for sale outside White Run. I also got to purchase a place just inside of White Run. Then, while I was in the city. On my way to Mark Hall, we rescued a boy named Michael from a well. Unfortunately, we couldn't save his parents from vampires. Before meeting his fate, the grateful father bequeathed me his house on the condition that I keep it safe for Michael, a promise I've been keeping. Given the uncertainty of when I'll be back, I was wondering if you'd be interested in overseeing everything in my absence. Compensation is involved, and you can choose any property except the farm, as I've promised Michael." Chrissy does her best to explain.

"Why won't you want to keep them all?" Borazon asks.

"I just want to go home. I need to know if my family is okay." Chrissy answers honestly.

"That is very generous of you," Borazon answers in surprise.

"I figure that you could use the farms to raise horses," Chrissy says as she points towards the barn as they walk back to the Inn.

"I only have one horse right now."

"No, you don't. With yours and those and a few others I got, you have 9 to raise." Chrissy says as she points to the other horses.

"How?" Borazon asks.

"Law of Bounty." Chrissy answers with a smile.

"You would leave me one of your property and horses?" Borazon asks as he can't believe what she is offering.

"Property Yes. Horses some. What do you say?" Chrissy answers.

"I would say yes right away, but I want to talk to Samuel first," Borazon says. He knew Samuel would love it, too, but it was his future, and he wanted to ensure he had a say.

"You realize you would be in charge of them all, which would be some traveling to check on them. I don't know if there is a name for that here. That means you would have to have people to tend to them while visiting the other properties. "

"That would be a steward," Borazon says.

"Cool after you talk to Samuel, we can discuss it more. Night." Chrissy says as she goes into the Inn, but it's locked. "Crap."

"Just knock," Borazon says.

"Who is it?" A male voice demands from the other side of the door.

"It's Borazon. I have a guest for you," Borazon answers.

The door unlocks and opens to reveal a good-sized man. "We thought everyone went to bed."

"This is Vinni. He and Valga run the inn. This is Chrissy."

"As in the Dragon Born." Valga stutters.

"It's just Chrissy."

"Can she and her dogs use my room?" Borazon asks.

"Sure. I haven't rented it to anyone besides you. And I owe you for all the meat." Valga says while directing Chrissy to the room. "Come this way."

"Will both of you be staying?" Vinni asks.

"Nope, just Chrissy, my stuff is still at my other place. But I might be moving back now that Bogroll won't be bothering you with me around."

"You are always welcome."

"Borazon, no sleeping on the porch outside the Herb shop, or I'll have my horse kick you," Chrissy warns, then says. Night.

Borazon flinches when she says that as he knows he was busted "Night."

"Sexy, if Borazon tries to sleep on that porch, you have my permission to kick his ass to bed." Chrissy mentally informs.

"No problem." Sexy chimes back.

Day 22- Afternoon– Aftermath

Falls Creek Inn

A thunderous pounding reverberated through Chrissy's room, jolting her awake and nearly toppling her out of bed. Startled, she managed to dislodge a puppy as she stirred, setting off a chorus of barks from the momma dog and her lively offspring.

"Chrissy, get your lazy butt out of bed. The Jarls want to speak to you!" Borazon's voice boomed through the door, lacking any semblance of morning courtesy.

"You could have knocked nicer, you ass," Chrissy grumbled, her voice laced with sleep-induced irritation. She reached down to pick up the grey puppy she unintentionally displaced, offering an apologetic pat and a small kiss. The commotion attracted the attention of the other puppies, each vying for their share of affection. Chrissy indulged them all, showering the pups and their mother with morning greetings.

"Morning Sexy." Chrissy calls out over their mental link.

"It's not Morning. It's a good afternoon." Sexy retorts.

"Fine, grumpy, good afternoon. How is Samuel and Nelly?" Chrissy asks as she is getting up and putting her stuff together.

"Not much has changed other than the boy is awake and making sure the goat is drinking water. She has eaten a little bit of special watered-down oatmeal. And before you ask, the boy has eaten. That Zira lady and ensured he did. Borazon was already here and checked on both of them. They haven't moved the goat for a little while. From my reading, I believe she is improving very quickly. I will have to get a sample of that potion." Sexy answers.

"Good, just let me know. I'll make sure to get you a sample." Chrissy replies.

"I will. I should have samples of all the potions here and the plants that make them up. That way, we can make them later if needed." Sexy points out.

"How can you make them later?" Chrissy wonders.

"You collect them, and I store their usage." Sexy dead pans.

"Good idea, and thanks." Chrissy replies.

Chrissy quickly got up and brushed her hair. "Got to get me another set of boots," Chrissy mutters while trying to clean off her only set. Once that is done, she puts her belts, weapons, and pack on and then grabs her shield. "What time is it?"

"2.45 pm." Sexy answers.

"Need or want anything?" Chrissy asks.

"No, I am good."

"Come on, Chrissy!" Borazon's bellow preceded his fist, ready to collide with the suddenly opening door.

"Try using an inside voice. I can hear you just fine," Chrissy snarled, her tone tinged with annoyance.

"I didn't want a knife to my throat." Borazon retorts back.

Walking over to the bar, Chrissy shot him a challenging look. "You still may get one."

"Let's go." Borazon urges.

"I need to eat first." Chrissy counters.

"Make it quick." Borazon snaps.

"Valga, what do you have that I can eat on the go?" Chrissy asks while giving Borazon the middle finger behind her back so that only he sees it.

"I got some cooked elk steaks from yesterday and some bread," Valga tells her.

"Perfect, I'll take them. How much?"

"3 copper for the meat. Bread is free with the meat. I need to warm them up." Valga informs her as she turns to the cooking oven in the back.

"Big mouth over there." Chrissy points at Borazon and then continues. "It doesn't seem like he wants to wait. So, give them to me."

When Chrissy has the meat, she gives the puppies and momma dog a few pieces. Then, she proceeds to start making her sandwich.

"Chrissy Sandwich." Borazon snickers while watching her slice the bread and pile on the meat and everyone's reaction.

"EDY."

"Huh?"

"Sorry, I said I am ready." Chrissy remarks after swallowing her food as she walks towards the door. "Thank you, Valga. Come on, momma girl, let's go." The momma dog follows her, but the puppies initially want to explore but soon follow.

The courtyard, now bathed in the warm afternoon glow, presented a vastly different scene from the tumultuous events of the previous night. The remnants of the conflict had been diligently cleared away, and repair efforts were underway for the buildings that bore the scars of battle. A recent shower had left the ground muddy, but it also helped to wash away the lingering traces of blood. Mindful of the muck, Chrissy carefully cradled all the puppies in her arms, shielding them from the mess and sparing herself the hassle of another cleaning session. She successfully convinced Borazon to carry the momma dog, ensuring the entire canine family remained unsoiled.

"I am surprised you haven't asked about Samuel." Borazon remarks.

"I did first thing." Chrissy retorts.

"No, you didn't," Borazon argues.

"I didn't say I asked you." Chrissy counters.

"Then who?" Borazon demands.

Chrissy points at Sexy, who hasn't left his spot.

"How can you have been resting almost all day and haven't left the room?"

"I told you we were linked." Chrissy answers.

"Yeah, but I don't," Borazon says.

"Besides sensing each other, we can speak to each other through our minds," Chrissy explains.

"So, Samuel wasn't exaggerating. The horse could talk." Borazon says in awe.

"His name is Sexy, and you should call him that, not it or horse."

"You call me ass." Sexy mutters.

"Because you are at times." Chrissy loudly snaps.

"I take it he just said something." Borazon inputs.

"Yup. Do you know why the Jarl wants to see me?" Chrissy remarks.

"It's both Jarl's. And no, I don't." Borazon snaps.

Chrissy has had enough of his attitude and stops.

"Come on?" Borazon order.

"No." Chrissy simply but firmly says.

"What?" Borazon demands.

"I want to know one thing before I go one more step." Chrissy remarks.

"What?" Borazon snaps.

"What crawled up your ass to make you such a jerk today?" Chrissy asks.

"I am sorry I am still a little on edge from last night," Borazon says.

"I have fought with you before, and you didn't act like this. Something else is bugging you." Chrissy counters.

"I've never fought so many werewolves before, and I came so close to losing Samuel." Borazon tries to explain.

"Nope, not buying. There is something else... Bugging you." Chrissy demands.

"I don't know. I feel like it's not over." Borazon finally says and feels relieved about actually saying what was bugging him.

"I know what you mean. But let's take it one problem at a time, at least for now." Chrissy says, then starts moving again. "So, have you talked to Samuel about it yet?"

"Kind of, but not really, as he is still worried about Nelly," Borazon answers.

"No problem, but I would like to get on the road to White Run within a week or two," Chrissy tells him.

"Why?" Borazon demand suddenly worried.

"I have to meet with Lydia. She was planning on going to White Run for supplies." Chrissy answers.

"I'll talk to him later today." Borazon inputs.

"Cool."

As Borazon and Chrissy make their entrance into the Jarl's Lodge, the atmosphere is thick with the muted resonance of a serious discussion between the two Jarls. Standing patiently to the side, Chrissy takes a moment to absorb the interior, drawing comparisons between this place and the inn. However, distinctive features catch her eye—upstairs rooms and unique chambers beneath each one..

The door behind the Jarls opens, revealing a brief glimpse of what appears to be a kitchen. A dark-skinned woman emerges, likely from the hidden culinary domain. The momma dog remains faithfully at Chrissy's side, her watchful eyes betraying a protective instinct. Meanwhile, the puppies wriggle in Chrissy's arms, prompting a gentle command that stills their restlessness.

Chrissy's discerning gaze takes in the lodge's intricacies. Her attention is momentarily drawn to a chamber on the opposite side, resembling a bedroom. Thoughts drift to the puppies, their unkempt appearance showing subtle signs of improvement—fuller bellies and cleaner skin. Though discerning their exact breed remains a challenge in their current state, Chrissy reflects on the positive impact of using Knockkin soap. The puppies' fur now carries a newfound softness, and their skin, once marred by fleas, now bears the refreshing touch of cleanliness.

"Dragon Born and Borazon come forward." Jarl Sidgeer motions them.

Chrissy and Borazon approach the throne. Chrissy does a slight curtsey while Borazon gives a slight bow.

"Dragon Borne, we have heard much of your deed in killing the Dragon attacking the western watchtower of White Run. And we saw what you did in the fight against the werewolves but we would like to know what else you may have done in Falls Creek." Jarl Sidgeer says.

"Well.. Umm.. On my way here, there were these bandits that set up an ambush area where my horses were destroyed. That pissed them off, so they tracked us down, and we killed them." Chrissy hesitantly admits.

"Your proof they are dead?" The Jarl asks.

"I got their armor, clothes, horses and weapons." Chrissy answers.

"Where are the bodies?" Blood Jarl Dissen asks.

"Across from the old ruins off the road." Chrissy nervously answers.

"You two have done a great service for our town, and we wish to reward you. As my uncle will no longer be a Thane, I have room in my court for one more Thane. With deep consideration, I want you, Dragon Borne Chrissy, to become a Thane of Falls Creek."

"Jarl, as great an honor as that is, but I am already a Thane in White Run. I don't know if?" Chrissy explains.

"That is one of the reasons we are making you a Thane here." Jarl Sidgeer reasons and continues, "Your other deeds, too, are a factor."

"I don't know. Isn't that a conflict of interest or something?" Chrissy asks.

"By law, if you are Thane in two or more different Holds, you and yours are not allowed to fight in any dispute between the holds." Jarl Sidgeer explains.

"Huh?"

"They, as you say, are covering their butts to make sure you won't fight against them if there is a war," Borazon explains.

"Still think you would be the better choice." Chrissy remarks under her breath to Borazon.

"It's the smart choice," Borazon honestly replies.

"Do you accept?" Jarl Sidgeer

"Then I accept, as I have no plans to get involved in any war." Chrissy answers with a slight curtsey.

"By my right as Jarl, I appoint you Thane of Falls Creek. Meena shall serve as your housecarl, and this silver sword is the emblem of your new title," the young Jarl declared, the gravity of the words reflected in the somber atmosphere. Meena, the skilled warrior, presented the silver sword to Chrissy.

Chrissy accepted the sword, feeling its weight in her hands, while her gaze lingered on Meena. The young warrior, not much older than Chrissy herself, exuded a striking resemblance to a character from Arabian folklore. Chrissy couldn't help but marvel at the diverse and fascinating character's fate had woven into her journey.

"You are to inherit all the assets of the former Thane." Blood Jarl Dissen decrees.

"What happens to the Thane before me?" Chrissy asks.

"He has been removed as Thane and in prison for his treasonous actions." Blood Jarl Dissen sneers at the thought of the human.

"Sorry, that happened." Chrissy remarks.

"It is not your fault for my blood's poor decisions. He is responsible for himself." Blood Jarl Dissen informs her. "I plan on taking a more active role in helping my decent rule and protect Falls Creek. Many of my children wish to visit the town for purchases and the use of the bathhouse."

"Since you guys prefer the night, a couple of them could even help out the guards." Chrissy inputs.

"We already have plans for that." Blood Jarl Dissen says.

"Borazon. For your actions in helping to keep the people of Falls Creek safe, Borazon, I would like to offer you a job as captain of my guards. They would do greatly with training under you." Jarl Sidgeer offers.

"As great an honor as that is, I would need to speak with my grandson, as what happens to me will affect him," Borazon says with a slight bow.

"This is true. But until then, know that you and yours are always welcome to stay here without charge. I also set a good bounty on the werewolves you helped kill." Jarl Sidgeer says.

"As great honor that is, I would ask that you give it to the guards. They lost many and deserve it as much or even more so." Borazon answers, impressing both Jarls. "I do ask for one thing."

"Ask in if it is within my power; it is yours." Jarl Sidgeer says while Blood Jarl Dissen nods his head in agreement.

"There is a small spot of land by the lake where the bandits I found were living. May I purchase it?"

"I am sorry, but that land you speak of is already spoken for. You can ask the current owner if they wish to sell it to you, and you have my permission for the purchase." Jarl Sidgeer decrees.

"Who is that I need to speak to?" Borazon asks.

"She is standing right next to you." Jarl Sidgeer says with a smirk.

"What?" Came from Borazon and Chrissy.

"Yes, you own several acres outside of town and a house in town." Jarl Sidgeer answers.

Chrissy puts her hand under her chin and thinks out loud. "Hmmm, sell it to you or make you earn it." This causes both Jarls to smirk, and Chrissy can see the resemblance when they do. "I'll ask Samuel what I should do," Chrissy says with a wink.

"Now, I have a favor to ask of you, my Thane." Jarl Sidgeer, now even more serious, asks.

"What can I do for you." Chrissy answers.

"See if one of your friends there can help my beloved." Jarl Sidgeer asks with a small smile.

"You remember it's up to them, not me." Chrissy remarks.

"Yes." Jarl Sidgeer answers.

"Where is she?" Chrissy asks.

"In that room." Jarl Sidgeer starts to say but is interrupted.

"I am here," Nenya says as she is at the bedroom door. Jarl Sidgeer starts to get up to help her but is stopped by Blood Jarl Dissen.

"I am glad to see you are up," Chrissy says but doesn't move.

"I would say I am glad to see you, but." Nenya gestures to her covered eyes. "I had a good healer."

"You can hear me," Chrissy says with a smile.

"Very good. And it seems this dog here already knows I will not be lying around in bed." Nenya says as her hand is on the scruff of the momma dog's neck.

"She is a good dog," Chrissy says with a smile at how smart the dog is.

"Yes, she is. Though I am not happy about the condition she is in."

"I found her and her puppies on the way here. I am not responsible for what happened before." Chrissy inputs.

"That is good to know. I understand that dogs can help those that cannot see." Nenya points out.

"Back where I come from, many dogs do that and much more." Chrissy answers.

"Such as?" Nenya probes.

"They help other people with physical challenges, such as wheelchairs. I went to school with a girl named Cindy. She was born with a disease that made her much smaller than most people her age and was wreaking havoc on her legs and spine. She had a dog named Max, who was much bigger than her. He supported her when she wanted to walk without the chair; if she fell, he would help her if she asked. Cindy was awesome at math and a wicked shot with a spitball, but she needed Max a lot as her disease was getting worse, and it was hard for her to get around." Chrissy explains with a fond smile on her face and in her voice.

"What is a wheelchair?" Nenya asks.

"A wheelchair is a chair with wheels on it to help people who cannot walk get around either with the help of others who push it, or they use the wheels and their hands to get around."

"I was informed that blind people can fight," Nenya says as she sits down with the help of the Jarl Sidgeer and the momma dog.

"Yes, ma'am, I had a blind master teach me martial arts." Chrissy remarks.

"Can you teach me?" Nenya asks.

"I am not good at teaching, but I will tell you that you should learn how to live a normal life first. Then, move on to fighting techniques. Getting around, eating, dressing, and much more will take time to learn again if the momma dog wants to stay with you. You both will have to learn to work with each other." Chrissy points out.

"Where do you come from?" Blood Jarl Dissen

"Another world." Chrissy answers honestly

Seated in the Jarl's lodge, Chrissy shared insights about her world, drawing comparisons and distinctions that intrigued the group. The room buzzed with curiosity as everyone absorbed the practical details, eager to apply newfound knowledge to improve their own lives.

Nenya focused on adapting ideas for individuals with special needs and contributed to the practical aspects of the discussion. The jarls, guardians of their people, took mental notes, envisioning ways to implement changes for the better.

Dinner, though simple, took on a communal significance. Amidst the exchange, the lodge became a hub of shared understanding, where diverse perspectives converged into a pragmatic dialogue. As the evening wore on, the conversation persisted, offering the promise of a more interconnected future.

"You have given us much to think about," Nenya says with a yawn.

"Looks like we all should get some rest." The Blood Jarl says.

"Nenya, tomorrow we could meet at the Black Smith and discuss him making a special can for you and a harness for the momma dog. You should give her a name." Chrissy suggests with a yawn. "I should head back to the inn to see if they still have that room."

"Why, the Inn? Remember, you have a house now." Jarl Sidgeer reminds her.

"Guess I am tired. Where is the house?" Chrissy asks.

"Meena can show you the way." Jarl Sidgeer says.

"You are coming, Borazon. If there is enough room, you are welcome?" As the puppies follow her, the momma dog proudly stays with the steward.

"I am going to check on Samuel. Then I'll return to where I have been staying, retrieve my belongings, and then stay at the inn." Borazon says as they head out the door together.

"Night," Chrissy calls out to the Jarls as she leaves, following Meena.

Day 22- Late evening– Aftermath

Chrissy's Home Falls Creek

As Chrissy and Meena step into the L-shaped Norse-style open door, the rustic charm of Right as they walk in, the kitchen and dining area nice opens into a spacious kitchen and dining area adorned with handcrafted wooden furniture, including a sturdy table and chairs worn from years of use. The scent of burning firewood and the comforting aroma of a hearty prepared meal fills the air.

"Do we have the right place?" Chrissy asks Meena when they open the door to find two women hard at work. As they walk in, the kitchen and dining area is a hive of activity. The younger woman energetically scrubs surfaces while the older woman skillfully prepares food.

"Yes. My Thane. This is Dere. She is the daughter of the former Thane." Meena says, pointing at the younger woman. Then points at the older woman. "This is Enna, the maid to the former Thane.

"This is a little odd. Listen, I didn't mean for your father." Chrissy goes on to explain.

"You didn't do anything to my father. He did it to himself." Dere replies with a small smile.

"I am not going to put you out of your home," Chrissy asks.

"My father lived here, not me. Enna, on the other hand, does or did." Dere inputs as she points to the old woman cooking.

"Oh, she can still live here and keep her job. I won't want to put her out." Chrissy remarks.

"You mean it?" Enna asks with a breath of relief.

"You keep the place kept up and cleaned, and you can keep your job," Chrissy says as she puts the pups down.

"Oh, thank the Divines. Come and eat. I have fresh vegetables and elk steak ready for you. After you have eaten, I'll show you around." Enna eagerly says.

The kitchen features stone hearths and wooden surfaces, showcasing the simplicity and functionality characteristic of the Nordic design. Utensils hang from hooks on the walls, revealing a practical approach to organizing cooking implements.

A fireplace near the dining area radiates warmth, its flames dancing in a well-maintained hearth. The crackling fire adds a touch of homeliness, creating a central gathering point for the house's residents.

Meena is surprised at how much food her Thane can eat as she cleans the plate the Enna set before twice. After the second plate, Chrissy asked for a tour of the place.

Moving towards the sleeping quarters, a large bed at the far end of the L-shaped layout stands as a focal point with a small cot with very little covering in front of it. It is accompanied by several single beds lining the walls, each adorned with woven blankets and furs for comfort. The arrangement suggests a communal living arrangement, fostering a sense of camaraderie among the occupants.

"I call dibs on the big bed." Chrissy chimes out as she heads for the bed but trips over a bear rug, revealing a trap door. "What's down there?"

"That is a cellar for food storage. Or at least one-half of it is." Enna says.

"What's the other half?" Chrissy asks.

"I don't know. I was never allowed in there." Enna remarks.

"Well then, let's find out," Chrissy says, pulling open the door. "Crap."

"What?" Enna and Meena ask.

"Uh. I kind of hate heights." Chrissy admits. "Plus, it's dark down there. And, of course, there is no handrail."

"I'll go first," Meena offers while taking a candle and descending the old ricky staircase.

"Be careful," Chrissy says.

"I am at the bottom come down."

Chrissy braves it and slowly makes her way down. When she is down, she calls up Enna. "Enna, come on, show us around." Enna makes it down in half the time it took Chrissy.

They see shelves of potatoes, dried meats, and other items. In the back area, they find a door with a lock on it.

"Do you know where the key is?" Chrissy asks Enna, who shakes her head.

"Lotz should be able to open it up in the morning." Meena offers.

"Why wait." Chrissy remarks as she yanks the lock off, opens the door, and walks in.

"How?" Meena and Enna both ask.

Chrissy lights her travel lantern and walks in, "Well, son of BITCH!" Chrissy sneers, causing both women to come into the door.

"By the Divines!" Meena and Enna say it simultaneously, as they can see from the door.

"Did you know about this?" Chrissy asks Enna, who shakes her head.

"No, Thane. I was never allowed in here." Enna cowards as if she was going to get hit.

"Easy. I am not going to hit you." Chrissy says as she sees the poor old woman cowering just outside the room and approaches her. Chrissy helps her up and sees wipe marks on the woman's wrist. Chrissy gently asks. "Did he hit you?" The woman nods.

"I only hit bad guys. And you don't appear to be a bad guy." Chrissy goes on to tell her. "In fact, I want you to go in there and pick whatever you want. You deserve it." The woman looks at her in disbelief. "I mean it and feel free to pick several items. I ask that you still be the maid of this place, that is, if you want. Cause I sure do love your cooking." The last part makes Enna smile.

Chrissy helped the woman to go in there and pick several items while Meena watched her Thane being very generous with Enna, who she knew had suffered greatly under the previous Thane.

"So, if you didn't know about this, I take it the Jarl doesn't know either." Chrissy muses.

"I am sure he didn't. He hated his nephew." Enna says, still in awe at what the new thane was giving her.

"Hey, where do you sleep?" Chrissy asks.

"The cot at the foot of the Thane's bed." Enna answers.

"Nope, not good enough for the maid of this house. Do you still want to be my maid?"

"Yes, please." Enna stammers.

"Then, like I said, not good enough for you. Take this nice saber cat fur, and we'll get you a better bed. The cot will be for small guests. In fact, you can use the big bed when my steward or I are not here. Just no sex in it." Chrissy says with a smile and a wink.

"Thane, this is so much… I…" Enna starts to cry.

"Don't start crying. You'll get me to cry." Chrissy says as tears are already starting to form. "Meena, would you please get the Jarls and ask them to come here? Don't tell them why. Just let them know they need to see for themselves."

"Yes, my Thane." Meena runs to get the Jarls while Chrissy takes the crying woman upstairs.

A little while later, both Jarls came into the door. Neither one looks too happy. Chrissy opens it but doesn't invite them in.

"Where is the Steward?" Chrissy asks.

"She is resting." Jarl Sidgeer answers.

"You may want to inform her about what I am about to show you.

"Are you going to invite me in?" Blood Jarl asks.

"Just checking to see if it works here too. You, Blood Jarl, are invited in. This time." Chrissy says with a smirk.

Chrissy takes them to the large room down the stairs, and she almost has to pick their jaws up off the floor.

"He was hiding this?!" Jarl Sidgeer angrily states.

"Guess so." Chrissy shrugs.

"Well, it doesn't matter. It is yours. As you inherited his belongings." Jarl Sidgeer decrees.

"I don't feel right about that, so I would like to donate most of it to the town." Chrissy says.

"WHAT?" Everyone asks in shock.

"Yeah, use it to improve the street, build an aqueduct, and anything else that helps the town.

"Are you sure?" Jarl Sidgeer asks in disbelief.

"Think of it as me paying my taxes ahead," Chrissy replies.

"How much of it?" Blood, Jarl asks.

"Well, I want to give some more to Enna for her service. Think of those as back and future wages. Then I would like to keep some to keep this place up."

"That the gold, what of the other things?"

"Not sure about them except for the fur and gold I gave Enna. Let's go through them and figure that out."

"Some of these items are relics from lost cities." The Blood Jarls remarks as he picks up a mental goblet.

"Are they cursed or anything?" Chrissy asks.

"Some, maybe. I can have my mage come and check." The Blood Jarl remarks.

"I think we should also have the priest check them out." Jarl Sidgeer suggests.

"Can we take care of this in the morning?" Chrissy asks with a yawn.

"I don't see a problem with that." Jarl Sidgeer says as he thinks about all the improvements he could make to the town with the wealth down here as they head back up the stairs.

Day 23- morning

Chrissy's New Home -Falls Creek

Chrissy was in the midst of a peaceful slumber when an unexpected deluge drenched her as someone hurled a bucket of water in her direction. Amid an abrupt awakening, Chrissy's enraged voice pierces the air as a grinning Borazon stands nearby, having just doused her with a bucket of water.

"What in the Hell!" Chrissy erupts, her irritation palpable.

"Didn't want to get a knife to my throat," Borazon smirks in response.

"You do that again, and I'll do far worse." Chrissy sneers back at him, directing a disapproving glance at Meena. "I thought you were supposed to be my bodyguard?" she adds, her frustration evident.

"Water doesn't hurt you, so you were not threatened." Meena reasons with a smile.

"Damn," Chrissy grumbles, acknowledging the girl's logic with a reluctant nod.

"The Jarls said you wanted to speak with me." Runil snickers at the childish behavior.

"Oh yeah. Just give me a few. Someone went and soaked me," Chrissy remarks, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Damn, I don't have another change of clothes." Enna, thoughtful, places a lovely green wool tunic on the side of the bed that remains dry.

"Thank you, Enna, but where did this come from?" Chrissy inquires.

"It belonged to the previous Thane's wife," Enna shares.

"Are you sure?" Chrissy humbly asks.

"Yes, she was a good woman, just like you," Enna assures her.

"Okay. I need a privy. Where is it?" Chrissy queries.

"Along the back," Enna points to a pocket door.

"I need to eat first before I show you," Chrissy says as she emerges in her changed attire.

"Go ahead," Runil instructs.

"Here you go," Enna says with a smile.

"This is great. Bacon, yummy…" Chrissy exclaims, devouring everything Enna places in front of her. "Oh, where are my manners? Do you guys want some?

"We have eaten," Borazon says.

"How is Nelly and Samuel?" Chrissy manages to ask between bites and feeding the puppies some meat.

"Nelly is doing better, but Samuel doesn't want to move her as he doesn't feel the barn is a good place for her," Borazon says.

"We got room here. Bring her and Samuel here. He will have to help keep it clean." Chrissy says.

"Are you sure?" Borazon asks.

"If Enna doesn't mind, I don't see a problem." Chrissy remarks.

"It is your home, whatever you want," Enna says.

"Bring him by whenever," Chrissy says.

Borazon opens the door to reveal Samuel, who runs in and about and knocks Chrissy to the ground when he hugs her. He is followed by Gruffnar and Lotz, bringing in Nelly, who is on a makeshift stretcher.

"Where do you want her?" Lotz asks.

"Enna, where will be the best place to put her?" Chrissy asks.

"Over there next to the bed close to the big fireplace," Enna instructs.

"Something I should know." Chrissy laughs as she watches Borazon collect some coins from Graffnar."

"I didn't think you would want Nelly in this house." Graffnar remarks, scratching the back of his head.

"She's family and a War Goat. And you bet him I won't mind." Chrissy reasons. Borazon smirks back. "Did you bring your stuff too?'

"Yes. I am so glad you are here." Samuel excitedly says as he is still hugging her.

"I am so glad to see you too. I have been missing you guys so much. Chrissy says while speaking to Sexy through their mental link. "Sexy, where are you?"

"Outside laughing at you." Sexy smiles back.

"Do you want to be in the barn? This place isn't tall enough for you."

"I am good for now. I'll head in when I feel like it."

"Okay."

"Graffnar, don't be surprised if my horse shows up for a place to get out of the weather. In fact, here." Chrissy says as she tosses him a bag of coins. "Here is for my horses, too."

"Thanks, lass." Graffnar remarks.

"Could you make sure they get the best hay and stuff?" Chrissy asks.

"No problem. I know the mixture I can use to help put weight on them." Graffnar smiles back.

"Lotz, if you have time, there is some armor and other items I got from Law of Bounty I would like you to look at," Chrissy says.

"Bring it by later. I can take a look." Lotz says as he follows Graffnar out the door.

Enna, displaying her nurturing instincts, assisted Samuel in setting up a designated spot next to the bed for Nelly. Meanwhile, Chrissy, Runil, and Borazon descended into the cellar, embarking on a purposeful journey that promised revelations and discussions.

Borazon strides into the room, a mixture of amazement and disbelief etched on his face. "Damn, this is a lot of stuff," he exclaims.

Chrissy calmly responds, "I am giving most of it to the town."

"What?" Borazon's shock is palpable.

"I don't feel right about keeping so much of it. The Jarls promised it would be used to better the towns, like the roads and aqueducts. Plus, I won't have to pay taxes for a long time," Chrissy explains with a smile. "Runil, the Blood Jarl, said that some of this stuff might be cursed or have some spell on it. He will send his mage later tonight, but I was wondering if you could look at it too?"

"I have no problem with that. In fact, my friend Sheldon knows about some of these things," Runil says, pointing to a machine-looking device. "Though I think we should move them to a different location before he looks at them."

"Why?" Chrissy asks.

"Sometimes, when he messes with one of these old things, they sort of boom," Runil explains with a smile.

"Good idea." Chrissy smiles back sheepishly. "Do you know of a place?"

"How about the old mill?" Meena suggests.

"That is a good suggestion, as there aren't many people near there," Runil says.

"Who owns it?" Chrissy asks.

"Don't know, but we can ask the Jarl when he comes by later," Meena says.

"Borazon. I have something for you to read, but it might upset you." Chrissy says.

"What," Borazon asks as he sees Chrissy nervously holding a large book.

"I found this and read some of it…." Chrissy says as she hands the book to him.

Borazon ascends the stairs, clutching the book tightly in his hands. His eyes scan the pages, emotions playing across his face—an unsettling blend of anger and betrayal. The words on the pages blur as the weight of the revelation settles in. With a surge of emotion, he slams the book shut and rises from his seat. Heavy and purposeful, his footsteps carry him away from the reading nook.

As he opens the door, the Jarl and Steward are just on the other side, catching a glimpse of the turmoil etched on Borazon's face. Without uttering a word, he stomps past them, leaving a palpable aura of grief, anger, and disbelief in his wake. The Jarl witnesses the storm silently raging within Borazon, an unspoken narrative of pain and betrayal.

"Grandpa?" Samuel's voice quivers from the bed.

"Thane Chrissy, you have more guests," Enna's voice echoes down the cellar.

"Grand Center was less busy," Chrissy mutters, making her way to the bottom of the stairs. "Who is it?"

"Jarl Sidgeer and Steward Nenya," Enna replied.

"Send them down."

Jarl Sidgeer escorts Nenya down the stairs, his demeanor a mix of concern and curiosity. Nenya appears ready to lecture him for his overreactions to her occasional slips.

"What is wrong with Borazon?" Sidgeer inquires.

"Your uncle kept a journal, which had some bad news for him," Chrissy explains.

"What?" Sidgeer demands.

"Your uncle has strong ties to the orc that murdered Borazon's kid. The original plan was for it to appear as if the Empire killed them, but Samuel's survival blew that. I hope he is going to be alright," Chrissy reveals, her words heavy with gravity.

"Does young Samuel know?" Nenya asks, seeking answers from the boy who was listening on the stairs and started crying.

"Jarl, why don't you and Runil go over what's down here with your steward? I need to talk to Samuel," Chrissy says as she heads up the stairs, leaving an air of somber tension behind.

"So, what is it we have?" Nenya asks.

Sidgeer goes into detail about the items that are in the room. He handed some of them to Nenya to help her get a mental picture of what was there.

While upstairs, Chrissy walks over to Samuel upstairs, sitting next to Nelly and petting her.

"I am so going to see about having handrails installed on those stairs," Chrissy mutters. "Samuel, are you okay?"

"That is two people who were supposed to be grandpa friends that hurt him," Samuel says. "Why did they hurt us like that?"

"I don't know, Samuel," Chrissy says, hugging the boy while she mouths to Meena to go and check on Borazon, who does.

"Their hatred for the Empire or at least the drive behind the war was not as it once was, and they believed that by stirring up new attacks from the Empire, zeal for the war would get stronger," Enna reveals.

"Why?" Samuel cries.

"Ulfark wants to be High Jarl. I heard him promise Dareniton that he would make him Jarl over any Hold he wanted when he became High Jarl. Dareniton said he wanted both White Run and Falls Creek." Enna informed them.

"How do you know this?" Samuel asks.

"They may have been down when they were conspiring, but listen," Enna says, which causes Chrissy and Samuel to listen and clearly hear Sidgeer's voice telling Nenya what she was around.

"I think the Sidgeer should hear about this," Chrissy says.

"No... I can't... He may…" Enna says.

"I'll let him know, and if he needs to talk to you, I'll stand with you. I didn't finish reading his journals, so there may be more that will back you." Chrissy affirms. "The truth must come out for people to heal."

Enna nods.

"I should go check on Grandpa," Samuel says.

"I already sent Meena. Why don't you rest here with Nelly? Enna, do we have any sweet rolls left from last night?" Chrissy asks. Enna smiles down at the young man and then goes and gets them.

"I like honey nutters." Samuel slyly remarks.

"I haven't had any of those. Enna, do we have honey nutters?" Chrissy asks.

"No, we are out of Honey." Enna answers.

"There is some on my cart." Samuel smiles.

"Why don't you and Enna take a walk to get it and anything else she may need to make them?" Chrissy encourages.

"What about Nelly?" Samuel asks.

"She's sleeping. I am sure she'll be fine, but I'll check on her occasionally," Chrissy reassures Samuel before ushering him upstairs. Turning to Enna, Chrissy hands her a small pouch of coins, a silent acknowledgment for anything she may need to make the sweets.

After the two left, Chrissy tiptoed back to check on Nelly, finding her peacefully asleep. Satisfied, she quietly descends the stairs to rejoin Jarl Sidgeer and Steward Nenya. The group then delves into the task of reviewing the inventory, discussing the fate of various items, and planning the next steps in the aftermath of Borazon's unsettling discovery. The atmosphere is heavy with the weight of decisions and the lingering uncertainty that hangs over Falls Creek.

Day 23- Mid-morning

Training Grounds -Falls Creek

Samuel and Enna embarked on a journey through the local market, the bustling sounds of merchants haggling and the vibrant array of goods creating a lively atmosphere. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the earthy aroma of herbs, enveloping them as they navigated the crowded stalls.

As they loaded their cart with supplies, the vibrant colors of fruits and vegetables contrasted with the rustic charm of handmade crafts on display. Enna carefully selected ingredients, ensuring each item met her discerning standards. The sun cast a warm glow on the market square, enhancing the lively scene.

Having gathered what they needed, they made their way to the training grounds, drawn by the distinctive sounds of grunts and thuds. As they approached, the scene unfolded before them – Borazon, fueled by an undercurrent of anger, was engaged in an intense, bare-knuckle training session with the guards. The guards, bare-chested and determined, faced the onslaught with resilience.

The training was not a conventional sparring with weapons but a raw display of hand-to-hand combat and wrestling. Borazon, driven by a desire to release his pent-up frustrations, delivered powerful blows and expertly executed moves, demonstrating his formidable combat skills.

Despite being on the receiving end of Borazon's physical prowess, the guards approached the training with stoic determination. For them, it was more than enduring a beating; it was a lesson in resilience, adaptability, and learning from a seasoned warrior. Each thud on the ground echoed a commitment to improvement.

Standing at a distance, Meena watched the training unfold with a discerning eye, aware of the dual nature of the session – a release for Borazon and a valuable lesson for the guards. As Samuel and Enna approached, they joined Meena in silently witnessing the intense, bare-knuckle training that unfolded before them.

"Will they be alright?" Enna asks as she watches Borazon painfully toss another guard down.

"This is good for them. He is teaching several things." Meena points out.

"Like how to make new bruises." Enna counters.

"That, but it is teaching them to take a fall, a hit, and to duck." Meena smiles as they watch as one guard lands on his back, and another tries to hit Borazon, who moves his head back and then hits that same guard.

"He is not as mad as I thought he would be." Samuel points out.

"Tell that to the training dummies," Meena says as she points to what was left of the demolished training grounds.

With that, they approached, and Samuel couldn't help but remark, "I bet even the dummies need a break.

Meena, Samuel, and Enna watched Borazon manhandle each guard, who took in stride and good humor.

"Samuel, let's return so I can make lunch and your Honey Nutter." Enna urges.

Samuel is a little reluctant, but then Meena says. "I'll stay and try to get him to come back for lunch." With a last look, Samuel follows Enna back to the house.

Day 23- Mid-morning

Chrissy's New Home -Falls Creek

Upon their arrival, Chrissy was diligently arranging drinks for the gathering downstairs. Enna, eager to assist, offered, "Allow me, Thane," as she joined Chrissy after placing their acquired supplies on the table.

Peering down the staircase, Chrissy expressed her disdain for the stairs, muttering, "I really hate these stairs. Is there anyone in town that can fix them?"

Curious, Enna suggested, "Why don't you ask your steward?"

Not fully aware of the recent developments, Samuel inquired, "Who?"

"I offered your grandpa a job, but he hasn't said he was going to take it until he talks to you," Chrissy clarified.

"Oh, I remember him saying something about a job," Samuel recalled.

Respecting family dynamics, Chrissy emphasized, "I am not going to overstep my bounds, so I want you to talk to your grandpa about it, okay?" She then descended into the cellar, leaving Samuel to smile at her, grumbling about the stairs under her breath. The waiting Jarl and Steward observed the unfolding dynamics with keen interest.

During their lunch break, Enna felt nervous serving the Jarl and Steward, accompanied by the momma dog. Borazon made a belated entrance, drenched and followed by a smirking Meena. Muttering about sneaky children, Borazon hastily grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the privy.

Chrissy raised an eyebrow and questioned Meena, "Meena, something I should know?"

Meena replied with a straight face but mischievous eyes, "No, my Thane."

Perplexed, Nenya inquired, "What's going on?"

Chrissy, signaling for silence, held up a finger and asked Nenya, "What do you hear and smell?"

After a moment's consideration, Nenya responded, "Your friend didn't sound happy… I smell water, some sweat… His clothes sounded wet."

"Yeah, Borazon came in here soaking wet," Chrissy confirmed.

Curious, Nenya questioned, "Why? I don't hear rain."

Meena, deadpan, offered, "Because a few guards and I thought he looked hot, we drenched him with buckets of water.

Chrissy couldn't help but snicker at Meena's ambiguous statement. "Okay, Meena, on my world, that can be taken a couple of different ways. One, you think Borazon is sexy, or two, you thought he was too warm. And by the way, he is way he was drenched, I think you are referring to the second."

"Maybe," Meena admitted quietly.

Laughter rippled through the room, creating an atmosphere of joviality. The camaraderie was palpable as almost everyone present burst into fits of laughter.

Having changed into dry clothes, Borazon countered with a smirk, "A few guards. I swear it was every guard."

"And the Captain," Meena added casually.

"Really?" Borazon questioned a mix of disbelief and amusement on his face.

"Yes. In fact, he was the second person to hit you with the bucket of water," Meena deadpanned, maintaining her composure.

"But I thought I saw him at the end," Borazon argued.

"He got a second bucket," Meena revealed with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The room erupted in renewed laughter, and even Runil and Jarl Sidgeer couldn't hold back, their amusement so intense that they almost tumbled out of their seats.

"Borazon, are you hungry?" Chrissy finally asks after she gets her laugh under some control. Borazon's stomach loudly answers him. All through the meal, Borazon was half-heartedly glaring daggers at Meena. Meena, for her part, didn't even acknowledge it.

Day 23- Day-Evening

Chrissy's New Home -Falls Creek

As the day unfolded into the evening, the once tranquil setting of Chrissy's home transformed into a bustling hive of activity. The flickering light of candles and the low hum of conversation set the stage for the impending investigation into the mysterious items discovered in the cellar. The Blood Jarl, a figure of authority with an air of gravity, entered, accompanied by his mage, a mysterious figure with arcane knowledge.

Arriving later, Sheldon, the enigmatic inventor, adds an element of unpredictability to the scene. However, Runil, exercising caution based on past experiences, sternly denied Sheldon access to the cellar. Meena's utilization of the old mill, a forsaken edifice steeped in history and obscured by neglect, as the perfect venue for Sheldon's investigative work. Having lost its owner to the passage of time, the mill stood in anticipation of a new purpose. Nenya, in her assured manner, pledged to dispatch guards on the following day, orchestrating the seamless relocation of the enigmatic items to the mill for Sheldon's meticulous examination. Zira and Lavinia stopped by to check on Nelly as the town closed for the night.

As the evening wore on, guests ebbed and flowed until only Chrissy, Samuel, Borazon, Meena, Enna, and Nelly remained.

"Phew, I thought the fighting was exhausting. Hosting is worse!" Chrissy exclaimed, sinking into a chair after assisting Enna with clearing the dinner plates. The room, filled with the residue of lively conversations and shared laughter, now settled into a quieter ambiance punctuated by the crackling warmth of the fireplaces.

"Is that why you want to make Grandpa your steward?" Samuel asks from his seat next to Nelly.

"Actually, I hadn't thought of that as a reason, but you're right. It is a good reason to have your grandpa as my steward." Chrissy remarks with a look at Borazon as if saying, "Now is the perfect time to talk about it." Borazon ignores her look, so she continues. "Do you think he would make a good steward?"

"Yeah, but Enna can take care of this place. You won't need him for it." Samuel counters.

"But I have more than just this place, and I still need to discover a few things," Chrissy says.

"How many do you have, and what do you need to discover?" Samuel asks.

"I have a place inside of White Run, a small farm just outside of White Run, and a larger farm a day from White Run on the way to Mark Hall. Now I have this place and all the other holdings of the previous Thane. I can't manage all that and find out I got here, why I am here, how can I get home." Chrissy explains.

"You want to leave?" Samuel sadly asks.

"I am worried about my brother. Plus, he and my grandparents are most likely worried about me. I need to know they are alright, and they need to know the same about me. You would want to know if anything happened to your grandpa." Chrissy reasons.

"You're the Dragon Borne. You are needed here." Samuel says.

"People say I am the Dragon Borne, but to me, I am just a girl who misses her family and wants to go home. I don't feel like this Dragon Borne everyone keeps saying I am."

"Why?"

"Because heroes never feel like their heroes, for they just do what needs to be done," Borazon answers for her.

"You would know," Chrissy says. "Listen, Samuel, I'll make you the same promise I made, Micheal. I promise that until I return home or die, I'll try and meet up and spend time with you and your grandpa." Chrissy says as she crosses her heart.

"Who's Micheal?" Samuel asks.

Deep into the night, with the flickering glow of candles casting dancing shadows, Chrissy shared the tales of her adventures since their last encounter. The room, now bathed in the warmth of the hearth, listened as she recounted her exploits. When her narrative reached its conclusion, she turned the floor over to Samuel, who eagerly delved into the recounting of their own adventures.

As Samuel spoke with excitement, his joy dimmed when he reached the part about the werewolf taking the life of his first friend. The emotional weight hung in the air, but Borazon stepped in, recounting Samuel's courage in confronting the werewolf, cleverly stabbing it in the backside with his knives.

"You think he got the point," Chrissy chuckled at the mental image of a werewolf with a silver knife lodged in its rear. With the tension eased, she shifted the conversation.

"So, do you reckon your grandfather would make a good steward over my properties? He gets a wage and some land in return," Chrissy proposed.

A bit shyly, Samuel responded, "We'd need to see the places first before he decides."

"Fair enough. If Nelly is up for a ride in a wagon, we could set out in about a week or so," Chrissy suggested.

"Which way?" Samuel inquired.

"Well, I've got some land on the way to River Run, where you two have been staying. I want to look at it," Chrissy replied with a warm smile.

"Okay," Samuel agreed, anticipation in his eyes for the journey ahead.

"Enna, you are in charge while my steward and I are not here. There is a pay increase if you stay on. All I ask is that you keep this place clean and stocked. The Jarls agreed that I could keep one of the chests of coins and gems. Don't worry, and you get to keep the coins that I gave you and your fur. In contrast, the rest will be transported to the Jarl's vaults to be used to improve the town. So, no more sliding on my ass in the mud if there is another fight. The other items Sheldon, Runil, and the Mage will be going over as I have no clue what they are, and they could be dangerous."

"Thank you," Enna says with a yawn.

It was shortly after that they started heading for bed. Chrissy locks the house and takes the big bed while the rest pick a different bed.