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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 2a
(Anonymous) 2014-05-01 07:00 am (UTC)(link)***
The first order of business was food.
The second was a bath and a change of clothes.
After ransacking the kitchen (the cook only sat in a corner and stared at the dragonborn in horrified fascination, not daring to intercept her), Jaenna entered the main hall and looked around. Soldiers glared at her from the doorway.
The dragonborn considered for a moment. The Jarl had said nothing about threatening his servants. She strode across the hall and entered another stairway that led up a floor. Here, she found several guest rooms, largely unoccupied.
Next, she intercepted a servant, grabbing her arm. “Excuse me,” she said. “I need a bath. I want you to bring me some fresh clothes.” Jaenna would have been happier with armour, but she would need to clean and oil the leathers she’d been wearing until the stench of the dungeons no longer hovered around her like a miasma.
The serving woman bit her lip and looked down. “The Jarl said not to speak to you, ma’am.” She pulled on her arm, her nose wrinkling at the other woman’s smell.
“Fine. You need not speak,” Jaenna said. “Draw me a bath and fetch me clothes - silently. Also, lavender soap would be lovely.”
Unable to argue with that, the woman scurried away.
After washing the stench and dirt from her body and dousing her hair and skin in a fresh lavender scent, Jaenna finally dressed in clean clothes. Washed, her hunger and thirst sated, the woman felt her eyelids sagging.
With a yawn that popped her jaw, she claimed an entire guestroom to herself – never mind that it had two beds – and closed the door. For good measure, she slid one of the beds in front to defend her privacy. At last, she collapsed into the other and let out a sigh of pleasure. Sleep found her so swiftly she didn’t remember closing her eyes.
***
A loud, rapid knocking on the door startled Jaenna awake.
“Dragonborn?” a voice called. There was a flurry of mutterings. “Dragonborn!”
The door handle dipped, and someone tried to barge in. There was commendable cursing when the door did not budge. The man thrust his shoulder against it, grunting as the bed blocking the doorway screeched across the floor bit by bit.
Jaenna wiped sleep out of her eyes and scowled. She sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs, smiling pleasantly towards the door. Why take the stranger out of his misery?
Finally, a soldier was able to stick his head into the opening. Upon seeing Jaenna, a mixture of annoyance and relief flashed across his face.
“Well?” she asked.
The man coughed. “We were just seeing…”
“If I was were here?” Jaenna filled in.
The soldier cleared his throat. “Orders.”
“How is this for an order? Knock next time before barging in on a woman’s personal chambers, you heathen!” Jaenna grabbed the book resting on her bedside table and hurled it at him.
Jammed in the doorway, the man couldn’t move fast enough. The spine of the book dinged off his helm and fell to the floor. “I did!” he protested.
Jaenna reached for another book.
The man squirmed and his head disappeared from the doorway. The door closed with a gentle click.
Fetching the tome she’d thrown, Jaenna returned it to the stack on her bedside table. Straightening a few bent pages, she told the book, “My apologies.”
***
That afternoon, the dragonborn explored the rest of the area surrounding her self-proclaimed room. She found an arcane enchanter at the base of a set of stairs. Nearby, there was also an alchemy lab. She studied it curiously. Apparently, Ulfric was unaware that the dragonborn was also something of an alchemist. She took note of the materials set out on the tables and shelves. Pleased at the variety of ingredients, she made her way back to the main hall.
Did poison count as physical harm? Did paralysis potions or sleeping droughts? Jaenna considered this as she walked.
It appeared to be past noon. Jaenna helped herself to the food in the kitchens once again. Then, she wandered towards the room left of the throne. Ulfric Stormcloak was there, speaking with another man. Upon seeing Jaenna approaching, Ulfric dismissed the warrior.