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From: (Anonymous)

And what had they gotten in return for surviving that mess?

Ysolda had blathered on about shady Khajiit caravans and shady business deals. On the upside, it seemed to improve his employer’s business sense. But not by enough to stop making crazy deals with every other stranger she met. He’d lost track of the number of times they’d delved into draugr infested tombs and necromancer dens because someone misplaced some random bit of jewelry or other. It meant that he had stories to rival that of the Companions, but that wasn’t something he was all that pleased about. Bragging rights are nice, but if you’re constantly gambling your ability to brag, it might not be worth the effort. He liked living too much to enjoy the lifestyle, and he often cursed becoming a mercenary.

But he couldn’t quite convince himself that he regretted selling his services to her.

From: (Anonymous)

For all her nuttiness, she was still the kindest soul he’d ever met. And it was mostly because of that nature, that she was constantly in trouble. He’d lost count of the number of times she’d wandered into bandit camps looking to mediate. A hopelessly naive, though sweet notion that people were ultimately good in the end. He’d also forgotten how often she had tried enchanting things for people. He was pretty sure that miners did not need shovels with fire enchantments on them. But in a way, her twisted logic made an odd sort of sense: most owners did not want their men equipped with weapons down there, so why not weaponize the only tools they had? It didn’t change the fact that most miners had no combat training, but she had tried…

Marcurio sighed as he toasted the bunny horde with his magic. There was nothing simple about her, except for how simple her heart was. He could almost admire her for somehow keeping her innocence for so long, especially considering how hard life could be in Skyrim. How hard her life had to have been, despite how unnaturally lucky she was at times. Clearly, some Aedra or Deadra wanted her to live long enough to do her Dragonborn duty. He’d have called such unnatural fortune unfair if he wasn’t aware of the sort of trouble their blessings brought.

When the last of the rabbit onslaught had been roasted, Marcurio looked up and cursed: his employer was nowhere in sight. That could only mean one thing. It was her turn to hunt.

From: (Anonymous)

Marcurio swore again. Her spellcraft had been his fault. His second mistake, after convincing her to hire him. He’d sold her on the utility of magic by demonstrating his limited abilities in Restoration. But an ill-fated visit to the College of Winterhold had introduced her to the school of Illusion. He would have been perfectly happy with her learning “Clairvoyance” if it meant that they’d get lost less frequently. But someone had to go and show her how to cast “Invisibility”. That particular demonstration had ended her forays into Restoration, and had only added fuel to the school’s political fire. And that was before the damned Thalmor had to go and blow things up on campus… literally.

He scanned his surroundings carefully, hoping to catch sight of footprints in the grass. Maybe even the tell-tale scrape of light armour on rock. Nothing. He had to catch her soon, because he couldn’t count on the spell wearing off before she jumped him.

No such luck. Her spell broke as she pounced from not two feet in front of him. The Dragonborn slammed into his chest, driving the air from his lungs, and they tumbled over into the grass. Not a moment later, he was shouting again, as she resumed her onslaught on his ribs.