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Torvar was sat at the table we had vacated, hand straying to his sword as he cast a shifty glance around the tavern. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Divines save me, he looks like such an easy mark. I slid back onto the bench, leaning back on the cool stone wall and grabbing one of the beers in passing. I was somewhat surprised when Vilkas slid along the bench to sit next to me, in-stead of by Torvar.
"All friends now?" Torvar's eyes flicked between the two of us. I nodded, "It won't happen again."
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
I shot Vilkas a wounded glare for his comment, though it lacked my usual heat, "Anyway, what’s the plan?"
"We look for this criminal."
Would punching him count as breaking my promise?

After a drink and a meal consisting of grilled fish and leeks, much to Torvar's disgust, we retired to Vilkas's room with bottles of mead to discuss the plans for tomorrow. Torvar took a seat at the tiny desk, so I climbed onto the stone bed, that was still uncomfortable even when piled high with furs.
Damn, I really hate this city.

Vilkas leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest, "The man we're looking for is called Morven; Breton, dirty blond hair, brown eyes and two distinctive tattoos on each cheek. Wanted for the murder of three Nord women over the last year, possibly more. Each time he vanishes without a trace and the local guards are unable to find him." I glanced up and looking at Vilkas I could see his thoughts were running along the same lines as mine.

Corrupt as fuck, indeed.

"So what's the plan? We poke around, ask a few questions?" Torvar grinned at me, "Or how about we get the little girl here to dress up all innocent and get her to wander around and see what trou-ble see can attract?"
I rolled my eyes, "You do realise the trouble I normally attract consists of dragons, don't you?"
"I've always wanted to kill a dragon-"
Men! I threw Vilkas's pillow at Torvar's face and he promptly caught it and threw it back.
"Enough!" Vilkas was growling, a sure sign his temper was on the boil.
"Sorry," Torvar muttered. "So, where do the scum in Markarth go?"
"There's a place called the Warrens," I could feel Vilkas's gaze rest briefly on me as he spoke, "but I don’t think we'll find him there. This guy is smart; the client's been looking for him for months to no avail. If he's here he's hiding somewhere no one would think to look."
I sighed, this was looking to be a more complicated task than I had originally thought, "There are plenty of abandoned houses here, not to mention the Dwemer ruins underneath the Keep. And we shouldn't discount the Warrens, people here look after their own. They could be hiding him."
Vilkas nodded, "I'll go check out the ruins tomorrow, Torvar you can do the Warrens and Igne you can ask around the city and check out some of those houses."
I pursed my lips. No fair. I've got the easy job here. Vilkas saw my scowl and rolling his eyes added, "We can't pick locks. You can."
Stupid logic.
"Fine."
Torvar nodded as well and we both stood up to make their way to their rooms to get what sleep they could. It would be a busy day tomorrow.

Is it too late to say I'm getting a bad feeling about this?

This fic. THIS FIC! It just keeps getting better and better, and I can't actually remember what the prompt was and I don't care, this fic is that good. I love it. And best of all you sent them to Markarth to do the Forsworn Conspiracy! I love that quest!

Please continue, A!A, I'm reading with baited breath!

I like it, I like it! you're creating a story that leaves us speechless! you are keeping the plot, but please no rape, do vilkas discovers that what he feels for our dragonborn as a result of torture or abduction, but not rape! Soon, we hope your new update!

Glad you like it ;)The next few chapters are mostly written so hopefully will be up in a few days. I just need to polish them :D

Didn't the original prompt require Vilkas covered in cream and chocolate sauce and various other tasty treats or did I make that up?
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Sorry, got distracted for a second by the images there ;)

Glad you're enjoying it! I always hated Markarth in game but it did make for interesting times and the politics of the Reach were so interesting plot-wise (and I'm a bit of a sucker for the Forsworn at heart).

Unf! Just unf! I'm really enjoying this story! I haven't a clue as to what flavours to add because you're doing great cooking this thing on your own!

Did I read a comment about a chocolat covered Vilkas and what not? UNF! Please!

Can't wait for the next chapter!

Well I have taken your suggestions in the prompt on board and if you think of anything else let me know! I won't say which ones because spoilers!

I'm afraid chocolate covered Vilkas was just what my incredibly dirty mind went to when you asked for Vilkas as a dessert...mmmmmm...though I may have to work in something along those lines now, just for closure :p

Do they have chocolate in Skyrim? I'm sure Sheogorath would have some...and maybe Sanguine...

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