"I'd love to help you get your stuff back!" Marilena said. It was impossible for her to refuse people help who clearly needed it even if they were having a private conversation.
"Thank you!" they said gratefully! Lucan and Camilla hugged her. "You're the best."
Camilla then escorted Marilena to the edge of town. "There's Bleak Falls Barrow," she said, pointing to the ominous landmark that Marilena has completely missed on her trip here.
"Oh, thanks, but I'm not ready to leave yet," Marilena giggled. "I have to do some shopping." She showed Camilla the ten sets of Imperial armor she had taken from the corpses she had helped kill during her escape from Helgen. "Gotta sell these and get some good gear."
"That's not dark or suspicious at all!" Camilla agreed. "You even cleaned the blood off!"
"I know! I'm considerate like that," Marilena smiled. "Oh, before I forget. I have this for you. It's from Sven."
Camilla read the note, her face darkening angrily. "How dare Sven talk to me like that! And in Faendal's handwriting! I'll show him." Marilena sort of wished she had remembered to read the note before handing it over. Oh well.
Camilla stomped over to the inn where Sven was playing for the night. He was singing "The Age of Aggression", one of three songs bards are legally allowed to sing in Skyrim.
"Camilla, my sweet," he said, his eyes lighting up happily when he saw her. "How are - oof!"
Camilla had kicked the handsome bard right in the family jewels. "Take that you...you...doo-doo head! We're through!" And then she left.
"Tough break, man," Marilena said as she watched him writhe on the floor, holding his abused groin. "Could you sing 'The Dragonborn Comes'? I love that song."
After Marilena sold all of her excess stuff, she approached Faendal. "Hey, I did the thing you asked. Camilla and Sven are totally broken up."
"Excellent!" Sven crowed. They high fived. It was epic.
"Can you teach me archery now?" Marilena asked as she handed him some money.
"I'll teach you all there is to know," Faendal promised. They had to repeat this exchange about ten times. It was tedious.
"Hey, you're okay," Marilena said when they were done. "Do you want to hang out some more? I'm going to this place to get a thing."
"Sure, sounds legit," Faendal shrugged.
The two of them went up to Bleak Falls Barrow and killed lot of mean bandits, nasty skeevers, gross undead, and one huge, icky spider. It was harrowing. At the end of the adventure, there was a big glowy wall with scratches and some epic music and when Marilena got closer to look at it, it all swirled and went into her.
"Oh no! I hope that's not some sort of weird ghost disease! I can't go through that again!" she wailed. Faendal hugged her and patted her back until she calmed down.
When they returned to Riverwood, Marilena and Faendal were overburdened with all the stuff they had looted off the dead (both recent and not so recent). They had everything that wasn't nailed down or part of the background. Even all the mummy wraps for just in case.
Lucan and Camilla were very happy when she returned the golden claw to them. Lucan gave her some money and Camilla gave her another hug. A long, lingering hug.
"I really respect someone who does the things you do," Camilla murmured shyly. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. "Maybe we'll see each other again?"
"Sorry, I don't swing that way," Marilena said, stepping away with her hands upraised.
"Oh, I understand," Camilla said sadly. She wiped a tear from her face. "I don't think I'll ever love another like I love you though."
Marilena turned to Faendal who had witnessed the whole thing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to steal your woman."
"Nooooooo!" Faendal wailed as he fell to his knees and raised his fists to the sky. "WHY, GODS, WHYYYYY?"
Marilena shrugged as she stepped outside. He'd get over it. It wasn't her fault that she was just so pretty and loveable. She took a deep breath of the night time air. Man, it felt good to help people.
But she felt like she was forgetting something important. Something she was supposed to do...
UNBOUND PART 2 THE LOVELY LOVE TRIANGLE (2/2)
"I'd love to help you get your stuff back!" Marilena said. It was impossible for her to refuse people help who clearly needed it even if they were having a private conversation.
"Thank you!" they said gratefully! Lucan and Camilla hugged her. "You're the best."
Camilla then escorted Marilena to the edge of town. "There's Bleak Falls Barrow," she said, pointing to the ominous landmark that Marilena has completely missed on her trip here.
"Oh, thanks, but I'm not ready to leave yet," Marilena giggled. "I have to do some shopping." She showed Camilla the ten sets of Imperial armor she had taken from the corpses she had helped kill during her escape from Helgen. "Gotta sell these and get some good gear."
"That's not dark or suspicious at all!" Camilla agreed. "You even cleaned the blood off!"
"I know! I'm considerate like that," Marilena smiled. "Oh, before I forget. I have this for you. It's from Sven."
Camilla read the note, her face darkening angrily. "How dare Sven talk to me like that! And in Faendal's handwriting! I'll show him." Marilena sort of wished she had remembered to read the note before handing it over. Oh well.
Camilla stomped over to the inn where Sven was playing for the night. He was singing "The Age of Aggression", one of three songs bards are legally allowed to sing in Skyrim.
"Camilla, my sweet," he said, his eyes lighting up happily when he saw her. "How are - oof!"
Camilla had kicked the handsome bard right in the family jewels. "Take that you...you...doo-doo head! We're through!" And then she left.
"Tough break, man," Marilena said as she watched him writhe on the floor, holding his abused groin. "Could you sing 'The Dragonborn Comes'? I love that song."
After Marilena sold all of her excess stuff, she approached Faendal. "Hey, I did the thing you asked. Camilla and Sven are totally broken up."
"Excellent!" Sven crowed. They high fived. It was epic.
"Can you teach me archery now?" Marilena asked as she handed him some money.
"I'll teach you all there is to know," Faendal promised. They had to repeat this exchange about ten times. It was tedious.
"Hey, you're okay," Marilena said when they were done. "Do you want to hang out some more? I'm going to this place to get a thing."
"Sure, sounds legit," Faendal shrugged.
The two of them went up to Bleak Falls Barrow and killed lot of mean bandits, nasty skeevers, gross undead, and one huge, icky spider. It was harrowing. At the end of the adventure, there was a big glowy wall with scratches and some epic music and when Marilena got closer to look at it, it all swirled and went into her.
"Oh no! I hope that's not some sort of weird ghost disease! I can't go through that again!" she wailed. Faendal hugged her and patted her back until she calmed down.
When they returned to Riverwood, Marilena and Faendal were overburdened with all the stuff they had looted off the dead (both recent and not so recent). They had everything that wasn't nailed down or part of the background. Even all the mummy wraps for just in case.
Lucan and Camilla were very happy when she returned the golden claw to them. Lucan gave her some money and Camilla gave her another hug. A long, lingering hug.
"I really respect someone who does the things you do," Camilla murmured shyly. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. "Maybe we'll see each other again?"
"Sorry, I don't swing that way," Marilena said, stepping away with her hands upraised.
"Oh, I understand," Camilla said sadly. She wiped a tear from her face. "I don't think I'll ever love another like I love you though."
Marilena turned to Faendal who had witnessed the whole thing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to steal your woman."
"Nooooooo!" Faendal wailed as he fell to his knees and raised his fists to the sky. "WHY, GODS, WHYYYYY?"
Marilena shrugged as she stepped outside. He'd get over it. It wasn't her fault that she was just so pretty and loveable. She took a deep breath of the night time air. Man, it felt good to help people.
But she felt like she was forgetting something important. Something she was supposed to do...
Oh well, she'd remember later.
To be continued!