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Re: Call of the Blood 1.2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Sounds of laughter and breaking glass could be heard as I pushed open the heavy, warped oak doors. There was a fight going on at one end of the hall between a lithe Dunmer and a stocky Nord with red war paint striped on her face. Gathered around them in a circle were other warriors all laughing and placing bets.

Not too different from the Thieves Guild.

The thought of intruding on their moment of fun made me feel uneasy. But necessity and duty drove me and I finally gathered my nerve enough to speak, “Excuse me?”
The fighting stopped. Ten pairs of eyes came to rest on my face and I forced myself not to quail under their gaze.
“I’m looking to hire you.”
“Right,” The red haired woman with the green war paint moved up towards me, “Standard rate for a member is twenty Septims a day but if you want a Circle member it’s sixty. Plus expenses.”
I kept her voice level, “And how much to hire all of you?” Behind the woman the other Companions had burst out into incredulous coughing fits. I ignored them, keeping my gaze locked on the woman.

The Jarl and I can cover this between us, we have no choice.

The balding scarred warrior whistled, giving me an appraising look, “All of us? Damn girl, what could you need all of us for?”
I heard one of them, the woman who had been brawling, mutter, “Maybe someone stole her sweet roll,” and my fragile temper snapped. I turned to the woman, smiling coldly, “Noooo, actually I stole Ulfric Stormcloak’s sweet roll. He didn’t take it so well and kind of sent all of his army after me to invade Whiterun. They’ll be here in a day or two.”
The hulking giant sat on bench, glanced up at that, grinning, “Really?”
“Not really. Less sweet rolls more axes. But he is planning on invading and Jarl Balgruuf and I could really use your help.”
The first woman stared at me with an inscrutable expression, “Go see Kodlak. He’s our Harbinger, our leader. He’s down the stairs in the chamber at the far end.”
“Lydia, wait here.” Lydia nodded, calm gaze warily assessing the warriors. I nodded at the woman with the face-paint and walking in what I hoped was a confident Dragonborn-saviour-of-Tamriel-like manner, my head held high as I felt their gazes on my back. I pushed open the doors to the lower level and strode into the gloom.