“What happens now is I leave immediately and go see my brother for the first time in twenty years,” Keirine said, claws clicking impatiently. “But I suppose you want to know what this means for the Forsworn. Truth be told, I'm not sure. It's going to be a while before Madanach will know what his next move will be. Just breaking out of there was impressive enough. It'll be a while before anyone knows for sure what happens next. Even a Hag's vision has limits.” Then she actually smiled, tilting her head. “But I imagine you want to know what this means for you. Nothing, not yet. You'll be staying in Whiterun, running messages between me and Kodlak, living as a Companion. But I'll also need you to keep an eye on your friend Liriel – does she make her home in that city? Good, good. As I said, you keep a close eye on her. Keep her safe, and help her out, and if you find anything out about her that might be of interest or help the Forsworn, you be sure and let me know, hmm?”
“You want me to spy on Liriel as well?” Shevawna asked, conscience prickling. Liriel was her friend after all... but you didn't say no to a Hag.
“Feeling guilty?” Keirine smirked. “Don't. I think none of us have seen the last of her. I think she will be back, and I think she'll be a great asset to our cause. I'm not asking you to betray her confidence or anything, but I want to know more about her. If my brother is interested, it's only right I know just who might be marrying into the family, hmm? So find out more about her, listen out for gossip or stories about her, and let me know. All I know for sure right now is she's a High Elf who's good at magic, no great rarity there, and is not married but does have two young children, which surprises me a little. High Elves don't breed that often, do they?”
“They're adopted,” Shevawna admitted. “They're two little girls – human little girls. About eight, I think. One's a Nord, one's an Imperial. I've met them, they're lovely.”
Keirine's eyebrows shot up as her mouth opened a little.
“She adopted two human children? That's... rather sweet. My brother likes children, always was good with them. He'll not mind she's got some of her own. But enough of that. Get back to Whiterun, and be prepared for a somewhat hostile reception. Anyone who knows of your Forsworn allegiance will likely think you were involved in the jailbreak when the news arrives. You need to convincingly deny you knew nothing until after the event. But to Kodlak, you tell the truth. And tell him I will write and tell him more, but I don't know what will happen, not exactly. Only that I don't plan to cut ties with your Harbinger and will contact him as soon as I can. Go on, go. Rest here for a few hours then leave. As for me, I've got to check on my brother. I have a feeling they'll need healers.”
Shevawna nodded as Keirine bustled out. Madanach free, dear gods, Madanach free! This was beyond exciting. This was something else. This was... Shevawna hadn't ever thought it would actually happen. It was a legend, a story, of the king who'd won their kingdom and then been locked away but would one day return in glory to reclaim the kingdom they'd lost. It had been a tale like Red Eagle's – Madanach had been gone so long, no one had ever really thought he'd return. And after twenty years, there were few out there who remembered the old kingdom. To Shevawna, it had always felt more like a dream than something that really happened. But it was true. It was real, all real – and now Madanach really had returned. Shevawna itched to go after Keirine, see him for herself, see what this mysterious king looked like, see the Rhan-Brenin for herself.
But she had orders. And so she rested, ate, bathed and slept, and headed back to Whiterun.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 5.10 (formerly Blood Magic's Honour)
“You want me to spy on Liriel as well?” Shevawna asked, conscience prickling. Liriel was her friend after all... but you didn't say no to a Hag.
“Feeling guilty?” Keirine smirked. “Don't. I think none of us have seen the last of her. I think she will be back, and I think she'll be a great asset to our cause. I'm not asking you to betray her confidence or anything, but I want to know more about her. If my brother is interested, it's only right I know just who might be marrying into the family, hmm? So find out more about her, listen out for gossip or stories about her, and let me know. All I know for sure right now is she's a High Elf who's good at magic, no great rarity there, and is not married but does have two young children, which surprises me a little. High Elves don't breed that often, do they?”
“They're adopted,” Shevawna admitted. “They're two little girls – human little girls. About eight, I think. One's a Nord, one's an Imperial. I've met them, they're lovely.”
Keirine's eyebrows shot up as her mouth opened a little.
“She adopted two human children? That's... rather sweet. My brother likes children, always was good with them. He'll not mind she's got some of her own. But enough of that. Get back to Whiterun, and be prepared for a somewhat hostile reception. Anyone who knows of your Forsworn allegiance will likely think you were involved in the jailbreak when the news arrives. You need to convincingly deny you knew nothing until after the event. But to Kodlak, you tell the truth. And tell him I will write and tell him more, but I don't know what will happen, not exactly. Only that I don't plan to cut ties with your Harbinger and will contact him as soon as I can. Go on, go. Rest here for a few hours then leave. As for me, I've got to check on my brother. I have a feeling they'll need healers.”
Shevawna nodded as Keirine bustled out. Madanach free, dear gods, Madanach free! This was beyond exciting. This was something else. This was... Shevawna hadn't ever thought it would actually happen. It was a legend, a story, of the king who'd won their kingdom and then been locked away but would one day return in glory to reclaim the kingdom they'd lost. It had been a tale like Red Eagle's – Madanach had been gone so long, no one had ever really thought he'd return. And after twenty years, there were few out there who remembered the old kingdom. To Shevawna, it had always felt more like a dream than something that really happened. But it was true. It was real, all real – and now Madanach really had returned. Shevawna itched to go after Keirine, see him for herself, see what this mysterious king looked like, see the Rhan-Brenin for herself.
But she had orders. And so she rested, ate, bathed and slept, and headed back to Whiterun.