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A Beautiful Hatred, 7a/11

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They continued their exploration of the ice cave, both acting as if the conversation had never happened. Or, Nalasa thought, not quite as if it had never happened - Ravyn was no longer pointedly ignoring her. Perhaps airing his grievance had actually helped somewhat. She'd known better than to try to defend her actions to him, and perhaps he saw her lack of defensiveness as something akin to contrition. If so, she was not going to disillusion him.

For her part, she was trying very hard not to think about the implications of his history with the Morag Tong. If she told anyone else in the Brotherhood, they would have no qualms about exterminating him. She might have a responsibility to kill him herself, now that she knew. On the other hand, the Morag Tong had no formal existence in Skyrim, and he was a fellow Thieves' Guild member. If she slit his throat on this job, she could kiss her friendship with Bryn goodbye.

Ravyn couldn't know that she was in the Brotherhood. He talked about them too freely, and he would never have told her about his affiliation with the Morag Tong if he knew the risk he was taking. If she could keep him invested in the Thieves' Guild, and make sure he didn't have any opportunity for contact with other Morag Tong, maybe he didn't have to die.

This Arondil, however, did. Nalasa was certain of that once she flipped through the third journal. She closed the vile book carefully and placed it back on the table with shaking hands. "I am going to kill this man," she told Ravyn, not bothering to keep her voice steady.

"Agreed," Ravyn said. "Unless my arrow finds his heart before your blade."

Their rage was not long in finding its target. The tunnel soon opened out into a huge ice cave. All the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in ice, making the room so bright that Nalasa was nearly blinded by the pale light. The shining blue spirit in the cave nearly blended in with the walls.

Arondil himself sat on the throne in the center of the room. Nalasa stepped silently into the room and readied herself to sneak around the edge, but as soon as she entered, Arondil looked up.

The necromancer stared straight at Nalasa as if he had been expecting her, and smiled. "Ah," he said. "Another plaything for my collection."

Ravyn's arrow hit him square in the chest. "The Dragonborn," he said in a voice as icy as the walls, "is not your plaything."

The necromancer laughed and stood easily, apparently unhindered by the arrow in his chest. "Give me your strength, my dear," he said to the ghost. "Let's show these interlopers the true power of our bond." He raised a hand, and a blast of biting cold hit Nalasa full in the face.

Nalasa looked frantically around the room for somewhere to hide. She shrank into the shadows on the left side of the cave, seeing Ravyn doing the same on the right. Arondil and the ghost looked around in confusion.

Ravyn's second arrow hit Arondil in the shoulder, and Nalasa rolled toward the mage as he turned away from her. Instead of advancing on Ravyn, however, he pointed, and the spirit crossed the cave to deal with the archer. Arondil turned as if he had known exactly where Nalasa would be, and a column of ice rooted her to the floor.

He smiled fondly. "You'll make an enchanting addition to my collection."

Nalasa managed to free her dagger hand from the ice, but her arm moved sluggishly, as if the cold had gotten into her blood. She brandished the dagger at the mage anyway. "Keep your distance." She dared a glance behind him to see if Ravyn had dispatched the ghost yet, but saw that a second female spirit had joined the first, and he was backed against the wall. So much for giving him a chance to put an arrow in the back of the mage's neck. "Fus Ro Dah!"

The mage flew backwards several feet and landed awkwardly. Nalasa kicked her way free of the brittle ice, but her movements were still slow and clumsy, and the mage was already beginning to recover. Ravyn had put a few arrows into the ghosts, but they had managed to close the distance, forcing him to abandon the bow in favor of a long dagger. Even with the ghosts wounded, it was far from an even match.