Andril emptied his goblet before standing to ask, “Where is Lydia?”. Ondolmar smirked and Andril began to wonder if he had an affliction that affected his face. Maybe that was the Thalmors regular expression. But the altmer’s next words made him stiffen.
“If you need ideas, I know a couple of methods used with woman. There are some rather painful whips you can use in the chest over there. Women are vain about their hair, cutting your Lydia‘s is something to consider. One more thing, there is a way to punish with fire spells followed by healing. The room she’s in is soundproof . You can make her scream as long as you want and no one will hear a thing”. The Thalmor indicated a door in the corridor he was headed towards.
Andril felt the paralysis spell crackling in his hands. He was mentally calculating how to rescue Lydia and get out. There was no way he was letting another woman fall into the hands of this mer. Once they escaped he was going to the jarl. He would warn the woman in Whiterun. She was better off far away from the justiciar. He was surprised he miscalculated. Usually he was a better judge of character.
He turned to find the Mer regarding him with approval. “That is filled with maps, please check.” He indicated the chest. Andril just gaped at him. Ondolmar shrugged his shoulders “ I enjoy women to much to seriously hurt them. I wanted to see your reaction to my words”
Andril believed him. The other mer seemed sincere. He allowed the spell to fizzle out. “ Why would that be? You don’t seem the type to play games“
Ondolmar gave him a sober look “I needed to know the mettle of the mer I’m exposing my own woman to. I adore her and she has a young daughter to consider. I care for my own. And you need to know what can happen if your servant is taken by someone less forgiving than I. Often pretty women don‘t fair well”.
Andril felt his respect for Ondolmar rise a notch. “Have the message delivered to the inn. I’m anxious to be reunited with my Lydia”. He followed the mer down the short corridor waiting impatiently while he unlocked the door.
He got his first glimpse of Lydia. She was sitting on a wooden bench. With her arms resting on her knees. She had laid her head on her arms. She was facing the wall and didn’t turn to see who had entered. He noticed she was dressed in a linen tunic and trousers.
A plate containing an uneaten bowl of stew and what appeared to be milk was sitting on the floor near her. “Lydia?” He said in a hushed tone trying not to frighten her.
Her response was startling. A visible shiver ran down her spine before she turned to look at him. There were dried tear tracks on her face. She watched him with a look of disbelief in her eyes. Didn’t she realize he would come for her?
The Day Andril Tanned Lydia 1b/?
Andril emptied his goblet before standing to ask, “Where is Lydia?”. Ondolmar smirked and Andril began to wonder if he had an affliction that affected his face. Maybe that was the Thalmors regular expression. But the altmer’s next words made him stiffen.
“If you need ideas, I know a couple of methods used with woman. There are some rather painful whips you can use in the chest over there. Women are vain about their hair, cutting your Lydia‘s is something to consider. One more thing, there is a way to punish with fire spells followed by healing. The room she’s in is soundproof . You can make her scream as long as you want and no one will hear a thing”. The Thalmor indicated a door in the corridor he was headed towards.
Andril felt the paralysis spell crackling in his hands. He was mentally calculating how to rescue Lydia and get out. There was no way he was letting another woman fall into the hands of this mer. Once they escaped he was going to the jarl. He would warn the woman in Whiterun. She was better off far away from the justiciar. He was surprised he miscalculated. Usually he was a better judge of character.
He turned to find the Mer regarding him with approval. “That is filled with maps, please check.” He indicated the chest. Andril just gaped at him. Ondolmar shrugged his shoulders “ I enjoy women to much to seriously hurt them. I wanted to see your reaction to my words”
Andril believed him. The other mer seemed sincere. He allowed the spell to fizzle out. “ Why would that be? You don’t seem the type to play games“
Ondolmar gave him a sober look “I needed to know the mettle of the mer I’m exposing my own woman to. I adore her and she has a young daughter to consider. I care for my own. And you need to know what can happen if your servant is taken by someone less forgiving than I. Often pretty women don‘t fair well”.
Andril felt his respect for Ondolmar rise a notch. “Have the message delivered to the inn. I’m anxious to be reunited with my Lydia”. He followed the mer down the short corridor waiting impatiently while he unlocked the door.
He got his first glimpse of Lydia. She was sitting on a wooden bench. With her arms resting on her knees. She had laid her head on her arms. She was facing the wall and didn’t turn to see who had entered. He noticed she was dressed in a linen tunic and trousers.
A plate containing an uneaten bowl of stew and what appeared to be milk was sitting on the floor near her. “Lydia?” He said in a hushed tone trying not to frighten her.
Her response was startling. A visible shiver ran down her spine before she turned to look at him. There were dried tear tracks on her face. She watched him with a look of disbelief in her eyes. Didn’t she realize he would come for her?