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

[(Anonymous)]

They found the dragonborn’s horse waiting patiently. Ardbur had to assist Belethor in mounting the animal. The shopkeeper managed to get into the saddle, but only with a cry of pain. He swayed unsteadily, grabbing the saddle horn.

Ardbur put a steadying hand on the man’s thigh. “Good?” he asked.

“Good,” the man panted.

“You do know how to ride, don’t you?”

“I didn’t make it all the way to Skyrim on just my own two feet, if that’s what you’re asking,” Belethor replied through gritted teeth.

The dragonborn shrugged. “Great,” he said. “That means I won’t have to share the saddle and babysit you all the way to Whiterun. My horse gives you her undying thanks.” Ardbur took the mare’s reins and led the beast down the snowy trail that would bring them back to the city.

The night was clear but cold. The horse’s breath steamed in the frigid air. Hooves clopped on cobblestone and crunched through snow. The dragonborn’s feet dragged. He’d skipped a night of sleep to return to Whiterun from a giant-slaying journey before sunset, and now this was his second night up walking. If he were travelling alone, Ardbur would have had no problem sleeping under a tree right now. Unfortunately, he had an injured man to bring to safety before he could tend to his own needs.

The dragonborn glanced over his shoulder. Belethor’s chin was tucked down on his chest, his swollen eyes closed. The man swayed dangerously in the saddle. Ardbur kept a close eye on him as they rounded a bend. The shopkeeper muttered to himself.

“What was that?” Ardbur asked.

The man’s lips moved, but they did not form a sensible reply. He was locked in a dream. Or a nightmare.

Ardbur led the horse down a steep decline. The mare stumbled at the base of the rocks, jostling Belethor forward.

Belethor’s muttering turned into a great shout. The man’s eyes shot open, pale white discs in the darkness. When he saw Ardbur’s shadow nearby, he gasped. The man twisted in the saddle and threw himself off the horse’s back. Belethor hit the ground stumbling. He staggered into the trees and ran.

Ardbur stopped and watched the man with consternation. “What the hell,” the dragonborn muttered to his horse. He pulled off his helmet and shoved it into his saddlebags. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his dark hair. He didn’t have the energy for a chase through the woods at night, but if he didn’t want Belethor to break an ankle, he would have to go after him. He dropped his horse’s reins and followed the other man into the trees.

“Belethor,” Ardbur called, his voice dangerous. He crunched through a snow bank, squinting through the darkness to follow the merchant’s tracks. After a few minutes, he caught the sounds of harsh breathing.

Ardbur stepped into the clearing and found Belethor crumpled on the ground. He knelt beside the man and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” he asked, worried that the man had twisted his ankle after all.

There was no reply. That was when the dragonborn realized the other man was weeping. For a moment, the revelation struck him speechless. This was Belethor! The man had a wit as fast as a snake and spared sympathy for no one, yet here he was sobbing in the moonlight in the middle of nowhere.

Belethor slapped Ardbur’s hand a way. He pushed himself back onto his knees, wiping the snow off his face with the sleeve of a dead man’s shirt. “I’m not bloody alright,” he snapped, voice hoarse. “A horde of merciless men and women kidnapped me out of my own home and robbed me blind. They treated me like trash. Kicked me until I couldn’t breathe. Punched me until all I could see was stars. Held a dagger under my neck and whispered about all the horrible things they planned to do to me.”

Ardbur shifted. The first stirrings of guilt settled in his belly. “They’re all dead or gone, now. You won’t have anything to fear from them.”

Belethor wiped his eyes and nose, his chest still heaving. “Easy enough for you to say,” he replied. “You can defend yourself. I’m only a merchant. No doubt someone else will find me easy prey.”