It was night already. All of the patrons were gone from Vilemyr Inn, gone to take care of their own business. The inn was deserted, save for one person.
Lynly Star-Sung had awoken in the middle of the night, thirsty like a camel. She wondered through the empty inn, to the counter.
"Damn." she said, to herself. She reached behind the counter and uncorked a bottle of cheap mead. She sat down on one of the stools, sipping on the watered down beverage. "What possessed me to be thirsty at this time?" she asked herself.
She knew what was possessing her. Recently, she felt increasingly preoccupied with Sibbi. His time in the jail was finishing, by her calculations, and she trembled in just thinking about what he would do if he found her. She shook the thought out of her head and drunk some more of the mead. Even though she was wearing her lightest clothes, a leather nightgown, the thought was almost enough to make her sweat.
"Calm down, Svi... Lenly." she said, to herself. "No one will find out. No o..."
She was interrupted by a creating door. She froze in her stool, fear creeping up her spine. Thieves? Assassins? She bit her lip, aprehensive.
She heard light footsteps through the floor. The inn wasn't completely dark: some moonlight and starlight came in through the windows. Yet, she could see almost nothing.
"Oh, Talos..." she said, weakly, closing her eyes.
She felt the shadow stop behind her, she could hear it's breathing behind her. They stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, it seemed. She was completely frozen in place by fear, unable to move, awaiting something, anything, to happen...
Then she heard one of the stools by her sides moving and the shadow sat down.
She looked at the shadow. It was a man, in a long, black coat. A hood obscured his face, but from the black scales present on his arms, which she could see thanks to his rolled up sleeves and his long tail behind him, she could see it was an Argonian. The Daedric bow on his back immediatly made her recognize which Argonian it was. She lowered her head to the counter, a chuckle escaping her throat.
"Dovahkiin..." she said, looking at him. She saw two grey eyes staring back at her under the hood.
Of Names, Night and Lizards Part 1/?
Lynly Star-Sung had awoken in the middle of the night, thirsty like a camel. She wondered through the empty inn, to the counter.
"Damn." she said, to herself. She reached behind the counter and uncorked a bottle of cheap mead. She sat down on one of the stools, sipping on the watered down beverage. "What possessed me to be thirsty at this time?" she asked herself.
She knew what was possessing her. Recently, she felt increasingly preoccupied with Sibbi. His time in the jail was finishing, by her calculations, and she trembled in just thinking about what he would do if he found her. She shook the thought out of her head and drunk some more of the mead. Even though she was wearing her lightest clothes, a leather nightgown, the thought was almost enough to make her sweat.
"Calm down, Svi... Lenly." she said, to herself. "No one will find out. No o..."
She was interrupted by a creating door. She froze in her stool, fear creeping up her spine. Thieves? Assassins? She bit her lip, aprehensive.
She heard light footsteps through the floor. The inn wasn't completely dark: some moonlight and starlight came in through the windows. Yet, she could see almost nothing.
"Oh, Talos..." she said, weakly, closing her eyes.
She felt the shadow stop behind her, she could hear it's breathing behind her. They stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, it seemed. She was completely frozen in place by fear, unable to move, awaiting something, anything, to happen...
Then she heard one of the stools by her sides moving and the shadow sat down.
She looked at the shadow. It was a man, in a long, black coat. A hood obscured his face, but from the black scales present on his arms, which she could see thanks to his rolled up sleeves and his long tail behind him, she could see it was an Argonian. The Daedric bow on his back immediatly made her recognize which Argonian it was. She lowered her head to the counter, a chuckle escaping her throat.
"Dovahkiin..." she said, looking at him. She saw two grey eyes staring back at her under the hood.
((To be continued.))