Keirine cackled, flexing her claws. “Him! Of course it's him, I knew he was hiding something. My sources revealed he knew of some source of power in the Reach, something that could be... useful. Something hidden in Markarth, but we didn't know where and without any concrete information on what it was, Madanach refused to let me search the city for it. And now he does know what it is, he comes running to me begging me to sort the problem out for him. As he has always done since he was a boy. He does know of this, I take it?”
“Yeah, we told him,” Eola said. “He said to come tell you.” She repressed a smile at the tutting that elicited from Keirine who just shook her head and muttered 'knew it!' before motioning for Eola to go on.
“So, er, we're here. And we need Logrolf releasing. Please?”
That did have Keirine sitting up, intrigued. “Releasing? Whatever for? Do you not want to take him back to Markarth to sacrifice to Molag Bal?”
“Oh don't worry, sweet Matriarch,” Cicero purred, bouncing excitedly on the stone bench. “Molag Bal seems to think he will go back there on his own if we let him go. Then Eola and Cicero are going to follow and STAB HIM!”
Oh gods. Eola shook her head, really wondering if Cicero should be allowed around people sometimes. Fortunately, Keirine was not normal people.
“Now that's the spirit,” she cackled. “Well, you may as well have him, he's been less than helpful to me and I'm running out of reasons to detain him. The only thing I have him on is Boethiah worship and that's not only legal, she's got a shrine in our Market Square. However, I do have one thing to ask.”
And here it came. The price. Eola steeled herself for it.
“The shrine. I want it. When you have sacrificed Logrolf and Molag Bal is sufficiently distracted, that shrine is coming with me,” Keirine growled, in a way that suggested that she was quite likely to turn up in Markarth anyway and make off with it if she had to. Personally, Eola didn't think there were likely to be any problems with this whatsoever.
“It's all yours. If I can have Logrolf's body for... training purposes.”
“Training?” Keirine laughed, knowing Eola was lying but choosing not to call her on it – not yet anyway. “You have trainees in your Sanctuary? I had no idea, I thought them all veteran murderers. But still, I will have no need of it. If your father agrees, Logrolf's body is yours.”
Eola was absolutely certain she'd have no difficulty talking Madanach into letting her take the corpse away when she and Cicero were done. Talking Keirine, the First Matriarch of the Forsworn, into helping, that had been the difficult bit. Eola was just fortunate that when it came right down to it, she wasn't just her father's daughter. She was Keirine's niece through and through.
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“Yeah, we told him,” Eola said. “He said to come tell you.” She repressed a smile at the tutting that elicited from Keirine who just shook her head and muttered 'knew it!' before motioning for Eola to go on.
“So, er, we're here. And we need Logrolf releasing. Please?”
That did have Keirine sitting up, intrigued. “Releasing? Whatever for? Do you not want to take him back to Markarth to sacrifice to Molag Bal?”
“Oh don't worry, sweet Matriarch,” Cicero purred, bouncing excitedly on the stone bench. “Molag Bal seems to think he will go back there on his own if we let him go. Then Eola and Cicero are going to follow and STAB HIM!”
Oh gods. Eola shook her head, really wondering if Cicero should be allowed around people sometimes. Fortunately, Keirine was not normal people.
“Now that's the spirit,” she cackled. “Well, you may as well have him, he's been less than helpful to me and I'm running out of reasons to detain him. The only thing I have him on is Boethiah worship and that's not only legal, she's got a shrine in our Market Square. However, I do have one thing to ask.”
And here it came. The price. Eola steeled herself for it.
“The shrine. I want it. When you have sacrificed Logrolf and Molag Bal is sufficiently distracted, that shrine is coming with me,” Keirine growled, in a way that suggested that she was quite likely to turn up in Markarth anyway and make off with it if she had to. Personally, Eola didn't think there were likely to be any problems with this whatsoever.
“It's all yours. If I can have Logrolf's body for... training purposes.”
“Training?” Keirine laughed, knowing Eola was lying but choosing not to call her on it – not yet anyway. “You have trainees in your Sanctuary? I had no idea, I thought them all veteran murderers. But still, I will have no need of it. If your father agrees, Logrolf's body is yours.”
Eola was absolutely certain she'd have no difficulty talking Madanach into letting her take the corpse away when she and Cicero were done. Talking Keirine, the First Matriarch of the Forsworn, into helping, that had been the difficult bit. Eola was just fortunate that when it came right down to it, she wasn't just her father's daughter. She was Keirine's niece through and through.