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“Even the Dragonborn Can Bleed” Belethor/M!DB, 2b/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Don’t expect me to thank you,” Belethor grunted. “It’s your fault I’m in this mess, anyway.”

“Don’t worry. You’ve profited more than enough from my business,” Ardbur smirked. “You don’t think I notice when I sell you a Dwemer artifact for three-hundred gold and you turn around and sell it for a thousand?”

The shopkeeper huffed, but he had no retort. “Well,” he grumbled, “all because you’re helping me doesn’t mean I’ll change my mind about fencing your stolen goods.”

“What, so you’ll buy my relatives, but not a stolen sword?” Ardbur asked, arching one eyebrow.

Belethor sputtered. “That was a joke!”

Ardbur rolled his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you the sword wasn’t stolen? Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone awarded it to me for completing a contract outside Morthal.”

“I say it’s stolen.”

The dragonborn shook his head in exasperation. “Beaten bloody and you’re still obnoxious,” he said. Truth be told, it was nice to hear someone being blunt with him. It was refreshing.

They sat in near silence as Ardbur finished stitching Belethor’s wound closed and wrapping his torso in linen bandages. By the time he was finished, the shopkeeper’s head was sagging forward. Belethor was grey and haggard. Maybe he had lost more blood than the dragonborn initially suspected.

Tucking his medical supplies away, Ardbur stood and went over to one of the crumpled bandits his first shout had killed. He judged the man to be roughly Belethor’s size. With some effort, he tugged the bandit’s shirt off and shook it out. Despite being stained with cheap wine, the shirt was more than serviceable.

Ardbur returned to Belethor’s side. “Here,” he said. “Your tunic is ruined and you’re as cold as ice.”

The shopkeeper rolled his head upward. He recoiled. “I don’t want that! You just pulled that off a dead man!”

Ardbur gave him a flat look. “Where do you think I get half the goods I sell you?” he snapped. “Do you think I attend tea parties with bandits and draugr and simply steal the clothes and armour off their backs? Please.” The dragonborn tossed the stained shirt at the man. “Wear it or freeze.”

Belethor’s hands shook. The man swallowed. At last, he obeyed, knowing the dragonborn was right. He’d freeze enough as it was travelling through the foothills of the mountains in only his pants and the rough spun shirt.

Once the merchant had gingerly pulled the shirt on, Ardbur asked, “Are you strong enough to walk?”

“Walk?” Belethor said. “Now?”

“Unless you’d rather sleep here,” Ardbur offered, waving an arm at the bodies surrounding them

The shopkeeper’s face drained of its remaining colour.

“Don’t worry,” Ardbur said. “I’ll get you back to Whiterun alive, even if I have to sling you over my horse’s saddle like a sack of potatoes. Just give me a moment.” As he spoke, he moved from body to body in the chamber. He lifted purses, emptied pockets, and relieved the corpses of their jewellery. He would have no qualms about selling the jewellery to Belethor a second time, not with the way the man regularly cheated him.

Taking anything larger wouldn’t be worth the effort of hauling back to Whiterun, not when Ardbur already had the shopkeeper to contend with. Belethor would have to return with a wagon to collect everything else that the bandits had stolen from him.

Belethor stared at his shoes, refusing to acknowledge what the dragonborn had done. Ardbur pulled the man back to his feet. Belethor winced at the pressure on his bruised side but bit back any complaints. Ardbur tugged an arm over his shoulder and helped the merchant limp back outside into the dark night.