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“Even the Dragonborn Can Bleed” Belethor/M!DB, 3c/?

[(Anonymous)]

The tableau remained motionless for a long time. Ardbur still held Belethor firmly by the arm. The dragonborn was slightly taller, built for strength and endurance. He didn’t move, a predator lying in wait. The cool air whispered over the skin of Belethor’s exposed torso. The coldness sent Belethor’s mind reeling back to his kidnapping.

Ardbur abruptly shoved himself away and strode across the room. “I knew it,” he said, turning back to the other man. “You’re scared, Belethor. I thought you unshakeable, but look at you. You’re trembling. Coward.”

The merchant was in fact trembling, but his mind was elsewhere. All Belethor could see was the bandit who had heaved him against the wall of Duskenvale Cave. The man’s rotten teeth had made his breath sour as he whispered threats into Belethor’s ear. When Belethor refused to do as the bandit commanded, the man had thrown him onto the ground, drawing a dagger and sliding it across Belethor’s chest. The other bandits had entered the cave at that point, joining in on the violence before shoving the shopkeeper into a cage like a broken mutt.

Belethor struggled to banish the phantoms. He blinked at the wetness in his eyes. His head ached. The nightmares would find him again tonight, he could feel it. And there was the dragonborn – the dark haired man was already striding towards the door. A gibbering panic rose in the shopkeeper’s chest. He didn’t want to be alone, not tonight. The dragonborn had banished the bandits once – maybe he could banish them again, those that still haunted the shopkeeper’s dreams.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Belethor asked.

The dragonborn paused.

Belethor crossed his arms and inclined his head. He had one chance at this, and he was excellent at bluffing. “You are mistaken. I don’t fear you. I still remember the stumbling idiot that walked into my shop months ago. You pestered me with inane questions, pretending to be interested in how business was in Whiterun.”

Ardbur was fast. He crossed the room in a moment, appearing before Belethor once again. “Did I hear that right? I don’t think you’ve ever so openly insulted me.”

Belethor snorted. “Back then you didn’t know the difference between salt and vampire dust. I know your roots, dragonborn. Your mouth may be full of words of power, but you are still only a man.”

Ardbur lifted an eyebrow appreciatively. “You’re all bluster, Belethor.” He leaned closer, putting one hand on the wall by the merchant’s head. “All talk and no action.”