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Re: Werewolf Hunter 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ungahrm was bored. The peace talks had already dragged on for two days. ‘Relinquish this, ceasefire that, trade prisoners, leave the dog out of this, blah blah’. In his opinion they should have settled matters on the first day with a good, honest, fist fight. Tullius versus Stormcloak: The Big One. The General was a tough man but Ungahrm’s money would have been on the fellow Nord, Ulfrich. Plenty of others’ money, too, for he’d have run the books on it. Could’ve made a tidy bit of coin and been on his fourth drink by yesterday sundown.

Thing weren’t as simple as that though, the Greybeard Arngir told him. Had to ‘mediate’. Sober! Well, they served some brandy but Ungahrm was warned not to drink the whole carafe himself again or the Greybeards would shout him off the mountain and let the gods decide his fate.

To make matters worse everyone was quartered in High Hrothgar, a spectacularly dull place to spend the evenings, even with the challenge of sweet talking the Thalmor woman Elenwen. She had called him some long words and never smiled, but she seemed as bored by this place as he was so she was alright in his book. Although she was the one with a book. She had added his name to it, whatever it was. He assumed she’d be looking him up after all this tedium was over so he let her be for the time being, feeling characteristically pleased with himself.

Well, he would have to find his fun elsewhere while the job at hand continued.

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Lynly wrapped her furs tighter around herself as she crossed the mountain hamlet for a night of work at the inn. Despite the biting wind, she had a spring in her step and was looking forward to enjoying an evening of stories and song. After the scene with the Dragonborn the other night, he had bade her a dramatic farewell as he left to climb the seven thousand steps on business. Honourable and vital though his work was, the man was a drunken oaf, and she was happy the inn had been free from his trouble for the past two nights, and long may it continue.

On bustling herself inside she gratefully warmed herself by the fire, only to see a familiar heap of nordic muscle slumped on the other side of the pit. She didn’t need to move the cooking pot from the heap’s head to know who it was.