The Past Returns p10--StoriesMore Like This
They descended the stairs at a good pace. "Come on, Dragonborn! This is training!" Minx knew she was a terrible pace-setter. The girl was having a very, very difficult time keeping up. Along the path, they had lost General Tullius, but not Ulfric Stormcloak. The man kept pace with them well.
"Please!" Jaire huffed. "I cannot keep up!"
The vampire slowed down and stopped, holding an arm out to make the other two pause as well. "There she is," she practically purred. "Your first bit of real training, Dovakiin. That Thalmor bitch."
"I can't!" the Imperial squeaked, watching her bodyguard fling a blade and pin the woman to the ground without really aiming. "The Lady Mara "
Minx bent over the Altmer with a deadly sneer. "It's not the Lady Mara that I care about. What would Talos want?"
"Talos!" the Thalmor sneered. "You Nords and your Talos!"
Ulfric looked down at her as well. "He'd want her life."
"Well?" Minx handed the girl her knife. "Go ahead."
"I can't kill her in cold blood! Tha