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Erik the Slayer + F!PC - The thought that counts 1/2

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"No, that's too much pressure on the lock!" Ursa nearly hissed at him, "Honestly, after all this time haven't you learnt a thing from seeing me do it?" she pouted, making herself look like a bratty child rather than the bratty teenager she was.

"We can't all be born criminals! I shouldn't even be learning this, you're the one who insisted I learn how."

"Of course I insisted, you lost the keys I gave you! Now you'll have to learn to pick locks."

"I wouldn't have lost those keys, if you hadn't insisted on surrounding us with thieves."

"I'm a thief! How are we not supposed to be surrounded by more?" she rolled her eyes. "Less talk, more picking the lock."

He twisted the pick a bit more and a faint scraping sound was heard, right before he started to twist the wrench next, very slowly. When he felt tension he stopped and tried to ease the lock a bit, moving the lockpick a bit before starting over. Eventually, he unlocked it. The mysterious locked chest she'd insisted he practice on was finally open.

"Take what's inside." Erik gave her a confused look before looking inside the chest. There was a light leather armour, probably enchanted given the feel it had to it; it came with a hood, boots and bracers. It reminded him a bit of Ursa's armour, it was overall similar - at least in the overall idea for it and the brown palette. "It's yours, has been for a while."

"What?" he had no idea what she meant yet the armour was familiar... "Where have I seen this before...?"

"Remember Windhelm, a while ago? Almost a year, I think, maybe more. We had to get that amulet back for Cruel-Sea, the mer who had it... well, you know the rest."

Yes, he remembered the rest quite well. Perhaps a few years ago, before that kind woman he'd never met before payed for his iron armour, he would've shuddered at this fresher memory. The Summerset Shadows were like a Thalmor criminal organisation, strictly Altmer and strictly... well, strict! Upon previous agreement with Ursa, Erik had attempted to aproach them peacefully and while he took care of them in the only way he could, she snuck into their hideout. He rushed after her but she was always two steps ahead. While she examined the enemy, looked for potential weak spots, he was the one who did all the fighting.

Ursa was frankly useless in combat - close or ranged; and her only real assets were pickpocketing and sneaking about, though her sharp wit and decent lockpicking skills weren't a deal breaker, nor was her adept knowledge of alchemy. Erik had slain their foes, quick and clean with one strike of his battleaxe, and they'd made their way further. However, once the last of them were dead - eliminated quietly and stealthily (as stealthily as someone with a battleaxe can kill, more so) their leader, Linwe, had shown. And the elf was quite gifted in the Arcane arts, fast, and had a nice sword. Erik spent most of their fight dodging - or trying to, and got out of it with only a few burns, cuts and bruises.