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Re: Fire and Potions - 11/?

[(Anonymous)]

The door opened and several villagers walked to the counter, greeting the owner.

“I don’t know,” Karliah said solemnly, looking up at Brynjolf from beneath her hood, concern in her violet eyes. A war with Maven Black-Briar could cripple or destroy the Thieves’ Guild. Therion had devised a way to destroy Jarl Black-Briar’s choke hold over Riften, quickly and quietly, and had then vanished into thin air.

Laughter at the counter interrupted the heavy silence between the two companions.

“No!” Elrindir shouted in disbelief, the Bosmer owner behind the counter looking positively shocked.

“Yes, it’s true! I heard it from one of the guards who was there!” a villager said to a small crowd of patrons.

“I always wondered what he was into…” someone murmured scandalously.

“Didn’t think he had it in him… seemed like he was more “interested” in dragons,” another chuckled, thinking himself very witty.

A bald, pompous looking man sneered as he said, “I, for one, am shocked. It’s bad enough, fooling with dark, unnatural things like, ugh, magic. But I never thought he was prone to acts of such depravity…”

“Depravity?” the first villager echoed.

The pompous man shook his head looking disgusted. “It’s a disgrace! A member of the Jarl’s court bedding a… a...” he struggled, as if the word was too revolting to say aloud before finally exclaiming, “...an elf!”

Elrindir looked at the man, rage building in his eyes, as though the Bosmer was warring with the impulse to leap over the counter at him.

“Well,” one of the younger men said slowly, “High Elves are sort of pretty, you have to admit. And they’re real good with magic, so it kind of makes sense the Jarl’s wizard would have some kind of interest-”

“It’s unbecoming of a Nord!” the outraged, older man hollered righteously. “And I do not have to admit anything of the sort!”

Brynjolf heard Karliah scoff as she muttered something about ‘a backwater hole of a town’.

Another joined in, “Well, it’s not just any elf though, is it? It’s the Dragonborn!”

Brynjolf and Karliah sat up, more interested in the conversation.

“And it sounds like Farengar rebuffed him! Threw him out a week ago!” the youth went on.



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