“Hm, it could be that you’re his daughter. He was someone from an esteemed family, there wouldn’t be a doubt he married someone, as you can see he never came back.” The old man spoke, turning to grab the book he had been writing on when she first came in to see him.
“Oh I doubt he’s my father, but I’m sure he knows who. That’s why Mara sent me here, to have you tell me where to go next.” She smiled brightly at the man who stared at her with wondering eyes.
“I wish you luck, but don’t forget your task in hand. As Ysmir, it is your duty to protect the people from Alduin.”
“Yes, master. And thank you for everything.” Bowing her head, the redhead turned around and walked out into the blistering cold.
Thales had to think before making her way to Ulfric. She remembers him from when she first came to Skyrim; both had been tied and he had been also gagged. They sat next to each other on the wagon on their way to their beheading, it was odd to think about that now.
He’s free now and she couldn’t just go up to him and talk like they’re on the same level. She’s the daughter of a dead pirate and he’s a Jarl and possibly the future High King. Yes, a plan was needed for how she was going to approach this issue.
Making her long and arduous way down the steps, the redhead chose to return to Riften and ask Brynjolf for help. He was very skilled at coming up with plans to infiltrate and work your way up to your goal. Although this time the goal was a person, all in all it had the same steps. Hopefully she’d get him to tag along, but after leaving the Guild all to him she was thinking it would take some convincing.
And Serana, Thales hopes her friend is okay. She wishes the raven-haired woman were here with her but the vampire had other more important things to deal with on her own.
Once reaching Ivarstead, the Imperial took charge towards the home of the Thieves Guild.
Re: THALES ~ 4
“Oh I doubt he’s my father, but I’m sure he knows who. That’s why Mara sent me here, to have you tell me where to go next.” She smiled brightly at the man who stared at her with wondering eyes.
“I wish you luck, but don’t forget your task in hand. As Ysmir, it is your duty to protect the people from Alduin.”
“Yes, master. And thank you for everything.” Bowing her head, the redhead turned around and walked out into the blistering cold.
Thales had to think before making her way to Ulfric. She remembers him from when she first came to Skyrim; both had been tied and he had been also gagged. They sat next to each other on the wagon on their way to their beheading, it was odd to think about that now.
He’s free now and she couldn’t just go up to him and talk like they’re on the same level. She’s the daughter of a dead pirate and he’s a Jarl and possibly the future High King. Yes, a plan was needed for how she was going to approach this issue.
Making her long and arduous way down the steps, the redhead chose to return to Riften and ask Brynjolf for help. He was very skilled at coming up with plans to infiltrate and work your way up to your goal. Although this time the goal was a person, all in all it had the same steps. Hopefully she’d get him to tag along, but after leaving the Guild all to him she was thinking it would take some convincing.
And Serana, Thales hopes her friend is okay. She wishes the raven-haired woman were here with her but the vampire had other more important things to deal with on her own.
Once reaching Ivarstead, the Imperial took charge towards the home of the Thieves Guild.