Elder Scrolls Kink Meme

I found myself in a long and spacious hallway, closed doors on either side. The walls were lined with practical cupboards and weapon stands, filled with well-honed blades. I heard voices drifting down the hallway, from the open doors at the far end. Habit made me slow my pace and surreptitiously eavesdrop on the conversation. Two male voices in hushed tones, one sounded old and the other closer to my age. As for the content of the conversation that made little sense to me.

“But I still hear the call of the blood.” That was from the younger voice, it sounded almost...confessional.
“We all do. It is our burden to bear. But we can overcome.” I was within eyesight of the men now; the one who was speaking was a dark-skinned, grey haired Nord with a weathered tattooed face. The second was a slightly smaller version of the giant upstairs.

Brothers, definitely. Maybe twins?

My suspicions were confirmed by his next words, “You have my brother and I, obviously. But I don’t know if the rest will go along quite so easily.”
They had definitely clocked my presence, their tone more guarded as I approached.
“Leave that to me.”
The younger Companion nodded, eying me warily as I walked through the door. The older man was staring at me as well, but with a strange expression in his eyes, a flicker of recognition, though I was sure that I had never met him before. The younger man was clearly waiting for the older to speak first but when he didn’t he turned to me, “What do you want, girl?”
“The woman upstairs said to speak to Kodlak,” I glanced uncertainly at the older man, still staring at me, before continuing, “I want to hire the Companions. All of you.”
“And why would you want to do that?” Kodlak addressed me for the first time.
“Ulfric Stormcloak is about to try to invade Whiterun. His lieutenant Galmar Stone-Fist is about a day’s march away with an army five times the size of Whiterun’s militia and even with the Legion we’ll need all the help we can get.“
The man was silent for a long moment, hand idly twisting a knife on the table. The younger Companion shot the older a glance that on anyone less imposing might have been construed as concerned. Then finally Kodlak spoke, “Well, how about we’ll help you, for free?”
“What?!”
I ignored the incredulous cry from the other, though it mirrored my thoughts, focusing on the Harbinger, “What’s the catch?”
“You join us afterwards.”
Both mine and the man’s jaws had dropped open, matching expressions of incredulity on our faces.
“Master, you’re not truly considering accepting her?”
“I am nobody’s master, Vilkas. And last I checked, we had some empty beds in Jorrvaskr for those with a fire burning in their hearts.”
“Apologies. But perhaps this isn’t the time to take on a new recruit.”
“We have been low in numbers since the Great War,” The man turned to me with calm milky blue eyes hinting at a serenity I wished I possessed, “Now, what do you say girl?”
“You don’t even know me.”

If you did there’d be no chance that you’d let me join your upstanding company.

The man chuckled, “Sometimes the famous come to us. Sometimes men and women come to us to seek their fame. It makes no difference. What matters is their heart.”
“And their arm,” The other man, Vilkas, interjected darkly. I shot him a cold glare but he wasn't fazed, staring at me as though I was something he’d scrape off his boots.
“Well, you’ll have a chance to assess that in the battle and afterwards in training.” He raised an eyebrow at her, “What’s your answer?”
I was silent for a long while. On the surface it seemed too good to be true...and that made the thief in Igne suspicious.

There really does have to be a catch. But on the plus side it saves me a huge chunk of gold, it’ll help with my woefully inadequate combat techniques and it fits in with my ‘fresh start.’ On the downside I’ll probably die. Or get kicked out when they discover my past. And then there’s Mr Grumpy-guts who clearly doesn’t want me to join. There’s only one answer really.

“I’m in.”